Quiet Time

My sunroom opens wide in three directions. I feel as though I am in the midst of nature in all seasons of the year, but I am enclosed safely in my little quiet room. In the spring I can see far to the south and east, many acres of tulips or daffodils to inspire me. To the west I see my neighbors fields which may be any of varied crops. As the crops grow and mature, I see the changing of the seasons. Summer was late in coming this year. ---------------------------- Cheated Summer Laughing September entering Dressed in her bright array. Startled Summer calls on friend Sun To keep Autumn away. Summer had waited for slow Spring To take leisurely leave. With Fall demanding his full due, Thieved time she can’t retrieve.