Changing of Seasons

A while ago I wrote a poem called 'Winter' this is the full version with the other seasons added in.

A vision of death in a long, black coat,
An old, sad man with a tickling throat.
He has yellow teeth like day old snow
And icy blue eyes that glint and glow.
Translucent skin - frozen to the touch,
A cold-hearted man that frowns all too much.
With a nose that's pointed and cold like ice
And silvery-White hair the colour of mice.

Green emerald-like eyes sparkle with awe
As the frost clears and hearts start to thaw.
Flowers on the ground and entwined in her hair,
Playing hide and seek and truth or dare.
Fresh-faced and innocent as life is reborn,
Rising with the sun in the early dawn.
Dressed in colours of custard and lime,
Searching for eggs with a smile all the time.

An orange face and blonde hair that's too straight
But inside, there's a knawing self-hate.
Covering insecurity with make up and lies,
But anxiety shines through her shade-covered eyes.
Clothed in short skirts to show off her skin,
Hoping no one will notice the problems within.
Wearing tight tops, high heels and fake nails,
Every year dreading when she steps on the scales.

Walking through parks in maroon knitted wool,
Shuddering slightly as the air turns quite cool.
Hazel eyes and soft, copper curls,
Dancing with leaves as the wind whines and whirls.
She's kind, fun but in October she's cruel;
Making kids scream from zombies and ghouls,
But then the witches are tied and burnt on a pyre
And it's back to all smiles as the sky's lit with fire.