Seasonal Stretch
Spring rises and is reborn
with a warm, glowing morning sun.
May apples, marsh daisies, wild purple, yellow and white violets
peek from the earth with round glossy greens and flowers.
Wild scallions, stretch tall and gangly, feathering the air
as the scent of onions wafts through newly cut grass.
Birds sing and seek a mate
then gather leaves, dry grass and twigs
for nesting softness for new laid eggs.
March winds gust freely from soft to subtle breezes
as April rains imbibe the dry brown earth.
Summer ventures back and forth on the sidelines,
hot and burning to lead prolific days
spewing vegetation, nature and humankind as they wait.
Life draws in the sun
and perspiration flows.
It splashes frolicking in the orange, red sun
failing to be chilled or cooled
as activity and growth spurt forth.
Summer stretches May to June,
then July to August and September,
The calendar, no longer true to its flow
lingers on through Indian summer
cool yet warming October.
A scene of awesome palette colors displayed
rising bold and brazen before an ice blue sky.
The trees of autumn appear in softly blushing colors
to November and December bleeds of hues
peaches, oranges, apple reds and umbers
Chrysanthemum, asters and blooms
bid farewell and a last summer goodbye to fall.
Winter drops down, released by a cold, north wind
that freezes what remains at the change of seasons.
Barren, naked trees and empty gardens
bland the once lavished earthen shades.
Prior months now fade away
hardened by December and January chills
prepping for the New Years snow
It lags January into February
bringing accumulations of ice and snow.
Everything sleeps, resting
huddled low in earth and home
waiting patiently for spring to return.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2016
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