While Mother Nature Lies Abed
Seasons change when Mother Nature turns in her sleep
A few months of Spring are all we're allowed to keep
But in those months, flowers bloom and bees take flight
The perfumed scent of jasmine drifts in the air at night
The world is filled with color, and streams begin to flow
It's time for rebirth; seedlings planted, and as they grow
we enjoy the chatter of songbirds, feathering their nests
The first will always be the well-dressed, Robin Red Breast
Nature turns and we're swimming on a hot summer day
Soaking up the sun on a well-deserved vacation get-away
Enjoying picnics in the park and rides at the county fair
It's the season of love's interludes and fireworks in the air
When Summer's foliage turns crimson and begins to fall
Mother has grown restless and brisk breezes come to call
Forests are all ablaze as though leaves are flames of fire
Temperatures cool when Autumn and Nature conspire
Can you feel Fall's caress and the gentleness of its kiss?
Welcome its whispered warnings or you will be remiss
The billowing breezes it offers, beginning in September
bring feast days of Thanksgiving; a holiday to remember
Mother yawns and stretches, but she's not ready to rise
She's hibernating like a bear, rubbing her sleepy eyes
The saffron sun warms the earth, his light is embossed
spreading a golden sheen on blankets of Winter's frost
One by one, the seasons await their turn to flourish
Nature's calendar tells her when to feed and nourish
She's stirring, but hesitant to leave the comfort of bed
While snow falls one last time, she will rest her head
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2020
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