The Season's Campaign

I.  Spring We burst forth, crisp green squads bristling with spears. We encircle the pond. II.  Summer Brown velvet plumes bob jauntily. On command, our slim, waving arrows rush toward the sun. III.  Fall All red-winged generals desert us.  Courage clumps and fluffs like bursting pillows. IV. Winter Our feet are full of ice. Brown bones rattle in the wind. Sleeping, we dream of seed-scouts, sent on ahead.