At what point does summer become fall?

Hinting signs of cold times.

I know you want to pretend that the cycle has not begun again.

I know you will try to fight it.

It is in your nature to be a fighter.

Wilting into magnificent colors and patterns.

***

The line of fall into winter is just as vague.

Times where even the sun feels cold.

Life has died and the rest hibernates deep within.

The battle is lost but the fight continues.

Being exposed is no small feat.

Standing in alone in the worst in hope for the future.

***

Winter to spring is a violent transition.

Painful upheaval in growth.

Healing from the empty is not easy.

A different kind of fight.

Reverse adaptation.

Allowing trust in the progress as the good grows from the ground.

***

The shift from spring to summer is the most vibrant.

Release of pain to golden bliss.

The missing heat flooding in like a gentle kiss.

Fulfillment of a silent promise.

Life after death.

At least until it begins anew.