As seasons pass, colours change.
A weave of wondrous colours.
The white of winter.
Silver slivers on the ground.
Though weary too
with its grey grim complexion.
Then cold grows concious it is fading
for the coming of the spring.
The vibrant colours spring to life
in splendid symphony.
I was going put this out later, but this just fits brilliantly with today’s daily prompt: Colours