Blowing down a mountain
A wayward Winter wind
Traveling with all speed
Trying to catch the Spring
But Spring was just too spritely
And quickly dodged aside
So the curious Winter wind
Blew onto Summer time
Summer time was much too dry
Winter wind grew much too warm
So it skirted ‘round the edges
And to Autumn it blew on
Yet when the winter wind
Blew golden Autumn leaves
Tears of ice it cried
When they fell down from their trees
So weak and barely blowing
Winter wind came finally home
And never through the seasons
Did Winter again roam
©Aarron Mondello
26/8/2018