Seasonal Tanka Spring, the newly born, wets too much on April but makes May nice to smell. Spring is soft to touch what is child in spring grows summer full. Languid Summer beats torpor into already sluggishness, then sighs. Voluptuous, swollen heat lusty summer, beauty fall. Multifaceted Fall knows her beauty wiles too well Dark, mature beauty. Fall dancing leaves no doubt too graceful to not catch frostbite. Winter's freezing buns sit on the Earth to unthaw We rocksalt her ass Trespasser, won't move them buns. Too slowly, she melts into spring.