Spring's Lament
The garden blooms in chaotic fervor, petals mingling in confusion. Lost words whisper among the trees: "Have you seen the autumn's orange clutch jealous of the vernal green?".
Summer's Gait
Midsummer's heat weaves through the air, shimmering illusions on tarmac roads. Raindrops dance, yet none falls—a silent storm here.
Autumn's Grasp
Leaves descend, chronicling time in cryptic whispers; yellowed pages fall away. The wind's breath steals words, capturing glances in rustled secrets elsewhere.
Winter's Demand
Frost etches poetry onto glass surfaces, mirrored worlds ruptured in solitude. Paintings of summer are starkly drawn over whispers of mote light, glow.