The Seasons
Spring
Raindrops,
Jewels of the sky,
Greet vibrant flowers.
Deep reds,
Delicate purples,
And pretty pinks
Paint the verdant ground.
While wind dances
Through the sunlight,
Patient birds sing
Through fluffy trees.
The sky is pale,
But not gray,
A welcome change
From winter’s pain.
Fresh rays of light
Pierce through blossoms,
Revisiting an image
Once forgotten.
Summer
A scorching white sun
Sits in the center
Of a bold blue sky.
Strawberry pops
And electric lemonade
Shower the paths
Of cement and grass.
Ice cubes swirl
In slippery glasses full
Of scarlet punch.
While backyards bustle
With button-eyed bunnies,
A chorus of laughter
Echoes throughout
The neighborhood.
Splashes of teal,
Pointy yellow petals,
And pale chalk dust
Depict bright memories
of summer.
Fall
Dry are the leaves
Once green.
Red, orange, and gold
Bury the grassy hills
Of July.
Gray trees fading
Signal impatient winds
To awaken.
As the cold air lurks,
A familiar warmth emerges.
Cinnamon, nutmeg,
And brown sugar
Flavor an elegant autumn.
Ensembles of pumpkins
Enliven ragged porches
With candy bowls
Filled to the brim.
Vermillion scarves,
Caramel syrup,
And rich pumpkin pies
Create cordial memories,
As freshly-baked bread
Melts bubbly butter.
Fear not the fall
Of a sunny summer,
For autumn has
A warmth of its own.
Winter
In a milky sky,
Frozen sugar
Decorates the ground.
Curious eyes
Peer outside
To observe the endless
Sprinkling of snow.
The tale of winter
Has begun.
Vanilla candles,
Peppermint chocolates,
And round gingerbread
Surround friendly chatter.
A bouncing puppy
Lifts its fuzzy head
To reveal
A snow-dusted muzzle.
Black branches
Weave through each other,
Embellished with
Gelid crystals.
The scenery settles
For weeks to come.
But a once-beautiful
Charm of December
Becomes a mixture
Of slippery sidewalks,
Dark puddles,
And icy clumps.
Withered leaves,
Past footprints,
And fingers nearly numb,
Change sentiments.
The spark is gone.
Perhaps it is time
For spring to return.