The Seasons’ Get-Together

A playful reflection on the blurring of seasons

“What are you doing here? Go away!” Autumn rustled to Spring.

Spring smiled mildly and stood her ground.

“It’s my turn, not yours!” and with that, Autumn’s wind blew stronger.

“Listen to the frogs croaking for mates,” Spring shone with anticipation, “You can thank me for offering that music. And what of ripe tomatoes and strawberries? C’mon! Confess, you’re impressed.”

“Ripe tomatoes and strawberries? That’s my making!” burst in Summer, from behind a tree.

“You’re here too?” Autumn and Spring whooshed in unison.

“Have you seen the poppies in the long grass? Heard the crickets buzzing at dusk? The sights and sounds, the wonders I bring,” sounded Summer’s bountiful pride.

“Have you seen my red and yellow leaves? My magic stick turns nature into golden sunsets, squash into Halloween pumpkins,” said Autumn.

“Well, I am the queen of breeding, frolicking, flowering and fruiting, I am fertility. Nothing beats the smell of a fresh Magnolia, the sight of a cherry blossom,” Spring’s complacency was on display.

“Good thing Winter didn’t come ” shivered Summer, “he would have turned us into ice by now.”

“Oh, I am here,” Winter blew from a distance, “never forget, death is always in the room. “And now, each one of you go back to your spots in the calendar, or I will stay here for good.”