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1. Winter

A peaceful realm, time itself almost frozen
	We play mind games indoors,
		Our joy more in fellowship than fresh air,
	Rubbing one moment against another,
		The friction creating warmth in our hearts.
Yesterday's fireplace ashes, wires to roast marshmallows,
	Always speak of new possibilities
		Where dancing flames offer infinite delight,
	Like falling snow, every flicker as unique
		As the human heart itself.
A Christmas smile that rewards even strangers
	Whose unsolicited gifts of love also come calling,
		Catch our hungry hearts unaware,
	Though expectations are low, we are shaken awake
		To ponder "fight for more" or "flight from!"

2.  Spring

Always a surprise, Spring pops into our lives
	Like a first Robin, its presence fragile,
		As if Winter's grip might last forever
	And snowflakes ultimately win the war,
		So frozen still is hope.
Then suddenly there's an 80 Degree day,
	Snow still piled on the North side
		Of fences, homes, and trees,
	Rose buds start to grow, seeds get the message,
		And verdant change fills the earth.
Young ladies' legs blossom skirts of many colors
	Conservative clothing now so passé,
		As temperatures rise overall.
	Soon cooler heads have all but vanished,
		Romance's pollen fills the air.


3.  Summer

Bare feet in summer sand can be too hot to handle,
	Arms and legs too need protection from light,
		Even the human heart sometimes
	Needs protection from exposure
		Tempting as it is to bare all.
Feeding the soul can be like feeding the body
	Some foods are just too rich,
		What tastes good doesn’t always serve
	Our inner longings at all
		And wisdom doesn’t grow on trees anymore.
Adam and Eve too struggled with this issue,
	Even in God’s presence somehow wanted more
		Being in competition with self
	A risky undertaking  just because
		Your ego is always with you.

4.  Fall
	
Fall's fanciful arrival on the scene
	Brings splashes of color to the stage
		As if Nature were holding her breath
	Turning red, yellow, orange, and brown
		But never quite reaching blue.
Colored leaves carpet lawns and children's parks
	And are raked into tempting piles
		That invite young hearts to make the jump,
	Drift up against rows of tombstones as well
		Death temporarily out of sight.
We button our jackets against coming cold
	Split wood that helps heat our homes
		And resurrects memories of summer's ease,
	Freshly canned food lined up like soldiers,
		Affirming life against winter's discontent.

Brian Johnston
June 23. 2015
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