Season S Dance

Spring awakens life from winter tomb The flowers and trees begin to bloom There is freshness where once was gloom The dew is like honey, moon’s tears, or liquid sunshine of mists from vacuum This is the year’s birth from the womb With spring flowers smelling like perfume This is when bees their work will resume Spring is the bride and sun or wind is the groom When summer comes to valley or plain Soon the plain is covered by golden grain The juggernaut of spirit on the soul forever will leave its stain When one sees endless expanse of cascading mountains that of eagle are domain The beauty of summer wills truly unfold When on mysterious marsh water is covered by marigold The soft summer breeze whispers stories of old And at night star triangle is wonder to behold The spider spins its web glowing like diamonds or pearls from deepest sea What they really spin is web of destiny Summer sunset in misty forest is magnificent picture filled with majesty This is the time when to horizon endlessness flock of geese will form the key The sunset is shaded violet like sky was imbued by divine soul Leaves turn gold, red and orange but not all Like an old man trying to keep warm is the fall However poplar sways in the wind laughing proud and tall The fall however is meticulous mistress As its winds is metaphor to percolating endlessness Its ability to sing is brimless It sings old ballads of life and fates of fearless Winter like remaining soul after first ones death is very old This is when whether gets cold But with first snow shining like stars its wonder to behold This is the time when glory of God is extolled This is time Christmas carols we sing About of kings king The year completes its ring But like ring connected from all sides New Year spring will bring What awaits a man in this seasonal dance? Some would like to know in advance Are they planed or mere chance and what is a chance? For those question we wonder looking at the expanse Patrycjusz Kopec (devil) 09/23/2013