Seasons Change

Home is where four seasons come and go, Each one very special. Though the wind may howl and blow, Family keeps us together. Home is my fluffy Winter blanket, With my name stitched on the front. And when I snuggle up in it, I find my warm place to settle. Home is reflections of rainbows, In fresh Springtime puddles. Warmer winds start to blow, Winter is forgotten. Home is 700-page Summer reading, And splashing in the pool. Spending time in the garden weeding, Tomatoes glow bright juicy red. Home is my Autumnal birthday, Transformed overnight with decorations. In the backyard where gold leaves lay, I can feel everything changing. Home is where I am at rest, The centre of my world. Here I know which way is best,