The Four Seasons in Poetry

I have always been fascinated by nature. The four seasons, the landscapes, the resilience of the earth after a fire. Even a lowly weed can produce a lovely flower. Nature is poetry in its own way, maybe that is why I have grown to appreciate it so much. The past year or so, during this once in a lifetime pandemic, we have seen so much distress. People dying world-wide. So much anger, people behaving in strange ways. Some committed suicide, some seniors died from depression, after not being able