Sesonal alphabet soup

alphabet soup on a cold winters day
blankets warming me up
cars drive past slashing through the snow
dark spots against the white
everywhere you look the snow is there
forever it seems but not long enough
gone in the spring
hold onto the last slivers
intensely hoping 
just maybe, but
knowing your wrong
loving the winter
more so than the fall
now its spring
orders of mud and new blooming flowers
pots of flowers line the porch
quietly swaying
reality shifts
snow is still falling
twas just mother nature tricking us
understanding the seasons
vexing as it is
when the seasons change
xanthic flowers in 3 of the seasons
yet people can love winter 
zen comes when you recognize the power of each season