SSDD

Serene:
The coldness retreats to the beats
of pitter pattering rain.
Yielding to the approaching sun,
only the feeling of calmness remains.

Sappy:
The sweet scent in the air
accentuated by a warm breeze,
reminds me of times past
when everything was at ease.

Faint:
But the sun is not constant,
so why should anything else be?
Flowers withering, trees balding,
all warning their tenants to flee.

Worried:
Its chilling arrival is clear,
painting the world white.
The cycle is almost complete,
beginning with this blight.