Seasons

Now garnishing her stage with high décor Does Nature take delight in seasons four; Embellished by her handiwork, they stand As symbols recognized throughout the land Before her curtain rests a Summer spell, Although behind the cool of Autumn dwells, Awaiting only for the warmth to ease, And paint the pallid faces of the leaves Still watching from afar does Winter speak Of coming frost and heavy blizzards bleak, While Spring lies sleeping soundly in the earth Until its beauty once again gives birth In time all crafted seasons have their say; The new emerges and the old gives way, As Nature works relentlessly to hold The glitter of her treasure’s fading gold.