Changes

This is a poem of seasons written in a villanelle style.

Seasons rush right in, but soon they subside
This natural change forms the oldest square
Distinct sides with corners that coincide

The next one born where the last one died
There is summer with the sun's torrid stare
Seasons rush right in, but soon they subside

Vivid spectrums of color, summer's pride
Fall turns hues golden as trees grow bare
Distinct sides with corners that coincide

When winter sets in, crystal tears are cried
Such shimmering beauty in frigid air
Seasons rush right in, but soon they subside

Soon spring blows in with a strong, sweeping stride
Refreshed with splendor, all is debonair
Distinct sides with corners that coincide

This continuous cycle we abide
Four lines, each with unique beauty to share
Distinct sides with corners that coincide
Seasons rush right in, but soon they subside