Tender light green shoots
poke through dew softened earth
in the March morn
like newborns reaching for the sun's
gentle touch.
Busy birds flicker
from grass to tree, grass to tree
pecking and plucking.
The air seems young and new,
warm and clean.
Each breeze feels fresh.
Spring grows warmer and melts to Summer.

Roses bloom in the bright sun.
The sky, white with blazing rays
of the sun, staring down on
sprinklers and picnics.
Grass, the greenest green,
lengthens and flourishes.
Bees buzz from warm flower
to warm flower.
Each rare breeze feels
welcome, but stifled.
Summer unleashes it's heated grasp and yields to Autumn.

Days grow shorter and
the mums burst forth
in orange and yellow,
while other plants and trees
give their leaves to the breeze.
Leaves flurry and flutter
rushing to the ground to
dance and shimmy
in the music of October.
Pumpkins and squash ripen,
orange, round,
smiling in windows.
Autumn falls and bends to Winters harsh embrace.

Stark, crooked, leafless branches
stand against a gray sky,
sunless and sullen.
Barren earth sleeps,
lifeless, dormant.
A colorless palette of
white, gray and dirt.
Unforgiving and relentless,
frigid wind cuts and slices
as it blows past icy lakes
and brittle, frozen groves.
An earthy corpse, cold and shrunken.
Winter breathes its last and gives birth to Spring.

04/15/2006