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 when fate slashes the breast.
School 79 unchained this child from the grind
as an ice cream truck jingled 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
an icy breeze slickens the path of a kite.
The hollows are glazed in orange and black
dreams are placed in mason jar caskets.
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 the fog rather hauntingly.
Winter freezes the trees to their bitter mint roots
a cardinal bleeds into harmony, always on cue
Dear brother could this be the scented spirit of you.
The fifth season proclaims no beginning nor ending
a worthy soul's fate is a return to the heavens.
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