A Season's Dance

God's patterned quilt woven tight Upon the circled earth A kaleidoscopic jewelled kite Our sadness and our mirth. Summer's scorching pulsing heart Beats relentlessly on the ground Where children's laughs in billy carts Are heard o'er the mound. Yellow, red and orange sprinkle When autumn takes its hold Blushing rubies playfully tinkle As they fall into the cold. Heavy, white blanket - drowsy, tired Claims it's bed o'er the world Bare trees are no more admired And the bears are tightly curled. When hope at last, opens it's eyes Bright daffodils lift their chins The baby bird successfully flies And the beauty of life begins. Laura Hassell