Changing Seasons

Changing Seasons In a burst of color and animal choruses Sovereign sun heralds in a golden morning – The air was delicate with the perfume of cherry blossom Blown in from the hem of pink rows that lined the driveway on Grandpa’s farm I looked across at hay stacked verdant hills that were Tossed with yellow daffodils, purple crocus and white snowdrops They danced to the baton of the breeze and the Hidden orchestra of lilting bird song of that fragrant spring morn Grandma sang to me her songs of childhood As we walked arm in arm amongst beds of fragrant roses and budding fruit trees that whispered promises of full baskets that would soon be heavy laden with the Summer fruits, preserves, Pies and jam of a bountiful harvest, a few months from now Summer came rich with its harvest, merry hearts and long hazy, lazy summer days and nights scented with wisteria, frogs and cicada, chirping and croaking their melodious summer anthem of ‘All is well with the world’ as we toasted to our full and wonderful life Autumn brought in a more somber note and amber tones though warm and restful, they soon told me - life is changing again time quickly moves on - it prepared me for the winter and the chill mirrored in the face of the full moon as it lit a silvery path to my next season’s change The cherry trees glowed white against the dark night sky like iridescent bones along the snow covered driveway - they waved their bony fingers goodbye as I crunched solemnly down the long white corridor with slow steps and a heavy heart that was beating to the mournful dirge of hoot owls and creaking limbs – I blinked back tears under that star kissed sky and full moon that lit my path The moon reminded me- each season has its bounty that I can treasure -I held those memories close to my well seasoned but thankful heart. Brenda V Northeast