Exotic Myths, Celestial, Clear.

SU) A phoenix burns, like summer sun.
And doves they flitter clear.
In bright night sky,
They soar so high,
Piercing like a spear.

AU) Beauty, stains so very dark,
Dead roses black he saw,
But no one cried,
Until she died,
Heavens celestial.

WI) Myths are lies, and hear lay myths,
And the winter knows,
The ice, it breaks,
The barley shakes
And winter slowly goes.

SP) The trees they drip, exotic fruit,
Like gentle silver falling.
The heat it seeps,
The wind it creeps,
They hear the creatures calling.

Hey!!!
I know is a kinda weird poem, and doesn't really makes sense, (but that poetic license!) Though the more you read it, the more clear the meaning should become...
Oh, by the way, in case you didn't notice, (and probably didn't!) each stanza represents a different season as well! Read the key beside the stanza if you couldn't tell the difference!!!
Kat-x-