Winter paints wild portraits, on my window panes.
A thousand shades of silver spun,
a kaleidoscope of crystal-ice
kissed by Winter’s shrouded sun.
He frosts the tops of tall pine trees
with snowy caps of white.
And dips the limbs of all the rest
in molten gold sun light.
Sap rises from the warming earth,
teasing leaves from supple boughs.
Spring dresses in most verdant greens
She renews her ancient vows.
Ice melts to dance in brooks abundant,
the meadow breeze is sweet.
Hope ripens with every bud that swells.
The pulse begins to beat.
Summer spreads across the hills
in quilts of greens and browns.
Fertile fields call plow and man.
Sun lets her tresses down.
Vivid white and deepest blue
gather in the skies aloft.
While ocean’s waves are turning wild
azure waves and milky froth
Autumn’s cloaked in rustling gowns
of crimson, rust and gold.
Nature at her boldest
her secrets all unfold.
The wind speaks with a sharpened tongue.
He whistles his mournful tune.
The goddess prepares for deepest sleep.
Ice crystals surround the moon…