Seasons
Now garnishing her stage with high décor
Does Nature take delight in seasons four;
Embellished by her handiwork, they stand
As symbols recognized throughout the land
Before her curtain rests a Summer spell,
Although behind the cool of Autumn dwells,
Awaiting only for the warmth to ease,
And paint the pallid faces of the leaves
Still watching from afar does Winter speak
Of coming frost and heavy blizzards bleak,
While Spring lies sleeping soundly in the earth
Until its beauty once again gives birth
In time all crafted seasons have their say;
The new emerges and the old gives way,
As Nature works relentlessly to hold
The glitter of her treasure’s fading gold.
Copyright © Nick Ruff | Year Posted 2008
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