Cycles of Seasonal Changes
Mid-day darkness crept across the browning meadow
Autumn sought a place to practice her ritual perfidy,
Menacing as an evil spirit she hovered like a shadow
Transformed the green, plucked blooms ruthlessly.
Strewing the lush foliage laid barren along the path
As though a windstorm had tossed it with no regard
Spoiling the last of summer’s blooms in the aftermath,
Leaving the landscape ‘til spring battered and scarred.
I scanned the field from the fencerow by the avenue
Which separates the sanctuary from my backyard,
Already dreaming of a time when all will begin anew
But first I know the place will see winter cold and hard.
Nature’s way, of course, I’ve witnessed many seasons
Times to blossom in profusion; other times to perish,
Cycles of seasonal changes, who can know the reasons.
Written September 3, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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