Between Now and Next Spring

The bell sounds like a glass tapped with a spoon as soon a wind comes by to tickle chimes new tune Then swirls to pat against my cheek chilled in playful gile a song of harmony that rustles trees emerald drape pile To fill my basket takes a summer witches warming spell by fall the fruits of spring are newly reaped in fullness well Lost leaves repeat their yearly teardrop curtain fall in blended rhythms cry departing hues of autumns call And tolls the sound of death on sodden grounding groove when next the blanket worn is white like satin laying smooth We sleep till spring does rouse the trees to greening laugh as raindrops splash against my cheeks in seasons annual bath I live today in seasons birth and quickly ere they drift away Between this one and next to come I fill my seasonal bouquet 1st place Brians Contest