Each Season's Perfection

The wind that whistles in the eaves
Is calling through the night.
The warmth of the daylight now fades,
Frosting all within sight.
 
The winter has its own rhythm,
Balancing dark and light.
The nights are long, the days are short,
Though often crisp and bright.
 
I love the spring, with all its joy,
The summer’s warm delight,
And winter’s cold, quiet beauty.
Each season is just right.  
 
Ecclesiastes 3:1
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven