Leaves of spring,

Budding, verdant,

Like young love,

Still too fresh and carefree,

To know of the sorrows

Of autumn and winter.

Flowers of summer,

Vibrant, vivid,

Like passion in full bloom,

Past the stages of

Reticence and caution

Bursting into full glory

As if never to fade.

Seeds of autumn,

Copper-toned, crisp,

Like two lovers drifting apart,

Fading slowly, but with bursts

Of fiery colour,

Ecstasy contained within,

Future glory invisible.

Barrenness of winter,

Glacial, frigid,

Brutal in its icy beauty,

Concealing the passion,

Beneath the snow-covered surface,

Awaiting the equinox of love.