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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…

                                         Elizabeth 2006