Soul of the Seasons

Plow horse neighing with the bending of clay humble hands silently give thanks to the rain. Petals flashing bumbles- flyers kneading nests till death do they part or fate crosses the breast. School 79 unchains the children from the grind ice cream truck jingling with sundial time. Bronzed dreams caressing an iced tea beach sandcastle paying alms to the heart of a breeze. Seagull screaming above the bluebonnet seas. Sailboats playing tag with a ribbon of cloud salt spray licking away at the soul of the bow maple leaves flashing as the sunflower bows Fall arrives on the tip of a buckeye knife a cool breeze tickles the path of a kite. The hollows are glazed in orange and black dreams are placed in their mason jar casket. The artisan sprinkles the forest with gems death hangs so untamed and magnificent. A snowflake pauses in the dream of an evergreen indigo songs descend into fog -quite hauntingly. Winter freezes the trees to their bitter roots a cardinal bleeds into harmony, right on cue Dear brother could this be the spirit of you. The fifth season proclaims no beginning nor ending a worthy soul's fate is a return to the heavens.