The Seasons

by Thomas K. Hunt

Summer days have faded
July and August, June a distant dream
Golden rays, blue skies, misty summer steam

Surrounding greens, morning blankets of dew
Fields of wild flowers suffuse the rainbows hue

The soothing river, cool velvet on the skin
Sounds of laughter from children jumping in

Street corner bustle, music in the air
Roller coasters and smells from a fair

Those days are gone
They’ve all disappeared
Now that Fall has fallen
Autumns fallen here

Browns and reds, yellows and gray
Cool breezes getting cooler every day

pep rallies, bon fires with rising flames
Cheers and chants the night before the game

Sweater weather, apple cider from jars
The fullest moons encircled by stars

Dusky dawns rise through colorless haze
Clouded skies, overcastting days

Gradient temperatures sloping down
Turning dew to frost that covers the ground

Soon to be shrouded under depths of frozen white
Cold and crisp are the breath shown nights

Ice sickles hang jagged in rows
Evergreen wreaths donned crimson bows

Fat men of white guard frozen lawns
Three toed footprints freshly made in the dawn

Ice sickles wither, shedding their tears
The frozen snow will soon disappear

Waterfalls flow forceful with might
Crystal clean foaming bubbles of white

Browns turn to green, trees sprout their buds
The sun warms the earth and dries up the mud

Sweet smell of lilacs waft through the night
A red breasted robin makes her first flight

April showers cleanse the land clear
Once again Springtime is here

It won’t be long for it to will end
Summer days will be back again


Posted on 09/18/2005
Copyright © 2024 Thomas K. Hunt

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