Poem: The Seasons

The sun shines, sweeping away the gloom of frost and snow,  

To give warm radiance to what it touches. 

Winter has fallen, fallen far from its dominance, 

All its traces wiped from the earth, In the same lively heat. 

But this is temporary, 

For the magnificent rebirth of flowers and wildlife will decline, 

Once gone the peak temperatures and falling of leaves, 

Will return Winter's shivering might.

The weather was in its typical cycle - spring, summer, autumn and winter.

In centuries prior, however, it was not this predictable.