Rebirth

The seasons bring change, and each view will enthrall. Winter, Spring, Summer, windswept days of Fall. Scenic and bonnie, they reconcile a widowed day. Evening light, burning bright, morning and midday. Like velvet flower petals and ripened fruit of fig. Both blossoming with color, on branches and twig. They are abundantly harvested in nature's prom. Both, delicate but strong, reminding me of my Mom. Like a Spring morning, unprecedented life resumes. In Summer's sunlight, their vibrant beauty blooms. Then comes Fall, with evenings of dimming light. Sorrowfully, they will enter the season of twilight. When Winter arrives, with chilled moonlit night. Petals droop, leaves sag, like Mother's fading light. As Winter prevails, leaves and petals will mingle with the earth. But in the warmth of Spring, they will appear in rebirth. * I would like to thank Lin for helping make this poem for my mother beautiful*