Seasons, siblings, stick together
========================
My brother
Visited states during summer
He had morning strolls
On the walk ways
And enjoyed the spring tunes

Green grass blades
Waved their heads
Welcoming his outings
With no aprons on
The environs engaged him a lot

I could land only during October end
But luckily to glance the fall colours in all
The nudity of trees never missed my eye at all
They stand like statues liberated twice

I saw the SANTA doling out boons
Christmas lights brightening the precints

Winter chills, whispering winds , wavering clouds
And snow fall in stakes and decorative flakes


When we put all our feelings together
Our experiences valley may valet into volumes
Keeping away the variegated festoons
And welcoming the dove tunes emanated from olives


We owe a lot to seasons for keeping us aloft.

R.PURUSHOTHAMARAO
Supani123@yahoo.com

i like the part about the naked trees standing like statues liberated twice.

and i can connect to your poem because i am a season, my name is autumn.