Meditating Another Season

Wind storm, be gentle when passing over this field... leave some edible! Rains are coming, to make the scenery misty... some tough birds will stay! O life-giving sun, with your brilliance adorn... this surly landscape! Seasons have four phases, time let me choose the quietest... the one full of roses! No visions of gloom, delight changes the saddest mood... serenity reigns! Swanky dogwood sway, stoop down and tackle my feet... to keep me from sleep! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci