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
Copyright © Jeanne Mcgee | Year Posted 2020
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