Changes of the Seasons

There's something about the changing of the seasons that lends itself to good poetry. Generally, though, poets use seasons as a starting point to express something deeper about the human condition, as in this sonnet by junior Derek Chen:

Window - A Sonnet

The wind goes wild again this time of year,

For Summer still had never learned to stall

The white to green to reddish brown of Fall;

The season ‘twixt a merriment and cheer.

Like wind, the red arose this time of year.

They bleed, the leaves from which the birdsongs call.

And though the world has lost fair Summer’s thrall,

I welcome in this “dreary” I hold dear.

And so this melancholy bleeding red

Reminds of times when grass was verdant green;

When skies would always be a perfect blue;

And mournful smiles would be of mirth instead,

Though all this beauty thought itself unseen:

That final time I crossed my path with you.