the vaults of heaven

The atmosphere’s changing again and again With each moment comes a different season What I know now is unlike what I knew then And all of them line up with reasons Why Easter sets Out to grow and renew And how summer is a picnic basket Revolutions that vow to unfold to you Are soon put away deep in a casket The sky is painted grey tonight Where the fruitful darkness shined Cotton balls in the sky weaving fright All I can do is wait for autumn to be mined One minute of warmth was all I got And winter began one cold morning Evoking its peace in stillness it was caught Hoping and lingering for a jubilant rewarming