Are we the seasons?

I asked myself in September,
Do you think we'll make it through the winter?
We got to autumn, and we slowly turned cold, an equivalent to the current weather.
Our minds were windy,
Our bodies chilly,
Our hearts turned into the trees.
We got to winter and we realised no flowers had been blooming recently, but they had been before, for a while.
We realised the streets were black and white with the snow, a fine layer covered over,
If you walked carelessly, you'd fall off the curb. You
Couldn’t see it anymore.
Maybe this is all we are.
The seasons.
We alternate with these seasons. We are the seasons.
And we are now winter when we were once summer.