Seasons’ Greetings

Seasons’ Greetings

Spring silently creeps
Between buds and branches,
And gilds the newborn leaves.
All colours are bright and spirits are high–
Blossoms against an azure sky.

Then the summer sun glows,
Like melted butter over the hills
And soon bleeds over the horizon.
Unspeakable light and beauty
In hushed and heated undertones.

Soon, autumn winds come rushing in
While brown red and amber leaves swirl along.
Through the autumn mists the winds persist–
Whispering through scarves their mournful song.

In a moment, the last leaf will fall,
And soon the snow will cover all.
The fickle snow that flies so fast,
Like winged white stars come falling past.

Here is the mystery of mysteries,
One that never ceases to amaze:
Is that wondrous sight the fickle touch,
Of the ever-changing beauty of Nature’s face.

-M(P)