The Season's children

Fickle and unpredictable is the child of Spring
Quick to cruelty, quick to kindness, she can both scream and sing
Yet as her flower-riddled golden hair sweeps over the earth
Flowers burst into life, animals give birth

Summer’s warm hearted maiden is gracious and kind
Yet the brightness of her form can leave humans blind
Her skin is nut brown, her tawny hair tied back by a ring
She brings happiness and heat, this balmy season’s offspring

The progeny of Autumn floats without care
Light and fair is her skin and rich auburn is her hair
She dons the bright gold and deep red of her falling leaves
Like them she drifts aimlessly, she's never happy, never grieves

Black haired and white skinned is Winter's child
She sweeps through dark tundra and pine forests wild
To travel through her domain requires wisdom and skill
For though she is beautiful, Winter's touch can kill.