Oh How I Love the Temperate Zone
Oh how I love the temperate zone!
When all four seasons manifest.
One by one they’ve come and gone;
Rebirth of each now deemed the best.
But just as one becomes too long,
And tired of the wait,
I yearn transition to the next.
Like old familiar friends abate.
Pristine rebirth from yearly rest,
A welcomed change to clean the slate.
The early green breaks through the snow.
Sequence of hues above the ground,
As each, in time, becomes mature
And colored blooms abound.
And even while the flowers drop
Wilted pallet profligate
In clumps upon the ground
The trees begin to foliate
Then offer up their fruit and seeds
And prove they’re worth your wait.
Then mostly greens are left for months
The chlorophyll to harness light
The growth now earnest in its race
For bush and tree in girth and height
As flora taps the energy
Of solar juice in space and time
The yearly growth a welcomed sign
That life is not a static force
But Mother Earth’s dynamic vine.
First autumn creeps, then rushes in.
As life slows down and now the wane
Of foliage yields brilliant hues
In splashes on the mountain tops
Till last leaves fall and color drains
The hardwood trees now bare and bleak
And only evergreens remain
The frozen ground and dormant tree
Announcing winter’s reign
As all life rests and lays in wait
For spring to come again.
Copyright © Alison Wimmer | Year Posted 2017
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