Seasons

Just a descriptive poem about the seasons in my hometown.

Our journey begins
In the reaches of Spring,
When the flowers all bloom,
And the mockingbirds sing.

The fields fit to burst
With the colors of life,
Free from the tempest
And storm clouds of strife.

Then comes the Summer
Of the sun's warmest glow,
And the time of the year
When the greener trees grow.

The rain may have gone,
But the colors remain,
And sprouts begin to peek
From the tiny seeds lain.

Then arrives Autumn With the forests ablaze,
The fire in the leaves
Never ceases to amaze.

Now has come the harvest,
The time to reap what's sown,
And maybe miss the birds, Southward they have flown.

At last comes the Winter
With the icier air,
A time for the home
And meeting family there.

A cardinal or two
Is a sure-fire sign,
That snow is coming down
And the year's end is nigh.

Author's Note

I feel like some of the stanzas are very basic, and I need to know if I should add another stanza at the end.