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
Copyright © Laura Hassell | Year Posted 2013
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