Summer is a drunk musician
Playing our favourite song.
Winter is a wizened man
Trying to sing along.
Autumn is a widowed matron
Sitting off to one side.
Spring is a hot-headed teen
Who wants to come inside.
Summer is a faded towel
Flapping in a sea breeze.
Winter is a knitted jumper
Stretched over cold knees.
Autumn is a favourite cap
That’s cool enough to wear.
Spring is the light boots
Put on the steps to air.

Comments
jennifer | August 5, 2008 - 11:12
Almost nursery-rhyme like, I love it! Very singsong quality!
Dynamaso | August 6, 2008 - 00:31
Thanks Jen. I'm still practicing my lyric-writing, it seems.
mikepyro | August 7, 2008 - 04:39
a fun, witty little piece. enjoyed it. not overly detailed but pleasantly simple. all rolled into one nice package.
Dynamaso | August 8, 2008 - 00:52
Mike, thanks mate, glad you enjoyed it.