Spring:

The air is cool, the breeze is light. The clouds in the sky are fluffy and white.

Summer:

the grass so green, the sun so bright, life seems a dream, no worries in sight

Autumn:

I love the fitfull gusts that shakes, The casement all the day, And from the mossy elm tree takes, The faded leaf away, Twirling it by the window-pane, With thousand others down the lane

Winter:

Timeless thoughts of a winter’s stare; eyes gazing over a landscape bare.

Memories drift on a blustery breeze; dying light ushers in the freeze.