Her Seasons

With Her breath enhancing the coolness of the air While colorful leaves are turning the trees Wildlife looking to burrow in pairs Or preparing to flee to a warmer breeze. Getting darker with the day's end sooner Scurrying to grasp every ray of sunshine The day's duties are hurried to woo Her For daylight's precious moments are timed. From morning's fresh dew to dog day's end All creations are Her intent to be insighted The seasons are changing once again Be prepared and She will be delighted. For those who have not the choice to care Will sadly and quietly learn life's lesson The workers and worshipers She'll spare And keep them safe amongst Her bossom. The lost ones are a random stream Flowing everlasting to one pool The righteous swim to their land of dreams While others swirl into evolution's hole. Now the ground turns white from flakes above The remembrance of warm breezes dangle our hopes As we all settle in and embrace our rendition of love She endears us with knowledge as how to cope. When Her warm breath lets frozen waters flow free Cool nights and warm days allow blossoms to bloom The now bare with white branches will again be green Sunshine will replace these days of gloom. Wildlife and insects will be abundantly present The birds will be swooshing and singing their songs While sounds of children's voices playing vent Through the valleys and hills all the day's long. She works endlessly and without much effort Expects nothing in return while lending Her help Ones with love and respect has left Her With smiles of codling from Mother Nature Herself.