There are four seasons:

Winter for snow

Spring to grow

Summer to melt

Fall to loosen your belt

But for some reason

There is a place where

Seasons come and go

But leave barely a change from here to there

And it will never snow

In the south,

Summer burns

Fall warms

Winter might take a small turn

And Spring warns of Summer’s presence

The winter changes with rising of the sun

One day a jacket and scarf,

The next a tank top and shorts

The few days of cool

Quickly turn to hours in the pool