All seasons romp through nightfall, dawn, and rain
With leaves prancing as breezes lead their way ,
A tango of summer glazes the spotlight
When boughs display a fired tap to excite.
Soon, autumn bares her petals in orange
To foxtrot with the moon, sleek like curved trees
Cascading on lanes robed in amber and gold
A rhythmic glide that makes chilled buds unfold.
Though winter mellows when snow meets the dark
December spins a waltz, pacing her gait;
Unlike springtime, raw fragrance in new bloom
Wild rumba thrills high from a floral costume.
Seasons bounce along tempos, each one rare
Welcoming cycles filled with pirouettes
Their symbol of thanks to God for nature’s dance;
Oh dames of joy, bring moments of romance!
A Season's Dance Contest, Gail Doyle
by nette onclaud