Seasons – Page 146

The outside world
Muffled by the gentle sound
Of the falling snow

The cold winter breeze
Whispers empty promises
Of the coming spring

Wafting on the breeze
There comes the gentle scent of
A lilac in bloom

Windows glazed with ice
Outside raw winter winds are
Howling summer’s dirge

Hoarfrost on the grass
Morning fog clings to the ground
At the break of day

A humid spring day
Sudden rain soaks the asphalt
And leaves it steaming

Crowns of barren trees
Dipped in the gold of sunrise
Turn to burnished bronze

Crystals born of dust
Falling from the firmament
Alight on my tongue

Winter’s minion howls
It’s frigid moonlight keening
Rends the mind and soul

Midnight’s lustrous moon
Bears witness to the promise
Of the newborn year.