A thousand shades of silver spun,
a kaleidoscope of crystal-ice
kissed by Winter’s 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.
teasing leaves from supple boughs.
Spring dresses in most verdant greens
and 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
in quilts of greens and browns.
Fertile fields call plow and man.
Vivid white and deepest blue,
gather in the skies aloft.
While ocean’s waves are turning wild
with waves and milky froth
Autumn’s cloaked in rustling gowns
of crimson, rust and gold.
Nature’s at her boldest
as 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…