THE SEASONS

In gold and scarlet changing tones fall fashions of delight, 
 Unfold and change to winter tones with its less hours of light.
A harvest melody of sleep, brings creatures winter's rest,
 To temperate zones the birds have flown to be that seasons guest.
Sharp frosty chills from alpine hills, rolled down the hours of sun,
 Without a word the leaves have stirred as children play snow fun.

In nature's way. without delay, a downy quilt of snow, 
 Tucks all in tight for winter's night, safe from the stormy blow.
'Til spring stirs from the friendly hills, all misty eyed with dew,
A host of dainty buttercups raise spring bouquets to view.
 And whisper with the early breeze that spring is here once more, 
 They nod and wave in promenade, o'er valleys hills and shores.

The crocus soon will come along, fruit buds in early May,
  In silent scenes they stir new life, and flash their colors gay.
And in a lovely wordless way, recount the winter's night,
 Its tempest had laid waste old flowers but seeds safe from its blight.
Beneath its downy quilt of snow were safe from blizzards harm,
  Awaiting signal from the warmth of sunshine's soft alarm.

To grow and scatter joy once more when springtime comes along,
 And paint upon the rolling hills, bright tunes of gentle song.
That tells each soul who cares to know of subtle beauties rare,
 That emanate when seeds of love are sown with tender care.
Unseen unheard, a voiceless stage within the soul of man,
 On which a happy heart may dance with joy throughout life's span.
Through search and learning ever new, releasing thoughts that bind,
  As meditations moments free the tensions of the mind.
To harmonize life's instrument with patterns in the soul,
 That blends with all earth's orchestra in rhythm with the whole.