My favourite season

My favourite season When we speak about the Solar System we mean the Sun and the planets which go round it (the Earth is among them). It takes the Earth 365 days to go around the Sun. 365 days make up the year. There are four season in the year: spring, summer, winter and autumn. Nature’s beauty was reflected in the masterpieces of such composes as

Vivaldi, Tchaikovsky, Haydn; of such artists as Vassilyev, Savrasov, Isaak Levitan, John Constable. It’s the universal truth, that every season is beautiful in its own way. Spring is the morning of the year, the season of hope, happiness and love. Nature awakens from its winter sleep: the ice is broken, the grass is beginning to shoot, fresh leaves and flowers appear. Birds come back from the warm lands and twitter in the trees.

Summer is the hottest season, the day time of the year. It’s the busiest time for students and farmers, the most suitable season for holidays and vacations. Then after a good rest, the evening if the year, autumn, come. After the beautiful `Indian summer` fresh and rainy days of deep autumn come. It’s getting colder and colder – winter, the night of the year, begins.

One morning you wake up, look out of the window and see that all is covered with white snow…. It’s rather difficult to say, what my season is my favourite one, but I always look forward to autumn. By the end of August w are sick and tired of unbearably hot summer and we enjoy warm, sunny, rainless September days. The woods are tuning golden, crimson and brown. I am fond of walking on the thick carpet of dead bright

leaves during the wonderful days of `Indian Summer`. It’s getting colder and colder, the grey sky is covered with low, heavy clouds. We don’t hear the sweet melody of birds in the woods – they have flown away to warm countries. It’s deep autumn now - the time of mists, windly, rainy and chilly days. It’s unpleasant to be out, but how pleasant to be in!

It’s the time to think about life and your place in it. Autumn’s beauty inspired a lot of artists, musicians and poets. There are some poems about my favourite season: `Autumn Leaves` by Even Marriem, `November` by Thomas Hood, `Autumn` by A.S. Pushkin, `Autumn Thought` by Longston Hughels.

The works by my favourite painter Isaak Levitan `Golden Autumn`, `Autumn` reflected my mood in this season. I enjoy the songs by Yuri Shevchuk `Autumn` and the `Last Autumn`.