Seasons from a Poet's Pen

A Year in the Life of the Natural World...

"Soon it will be They", "Sweet Secrets Within", "Autumn's Dance", "Winter's Lullabye"

Hush... do you hear it?
Take a moment to listen...
Earth is whispering.

Her babies near term;
awake and gaining first grasp
with unseen tendrils.

The bravest siblings
risking icy, furtive peeks
at snowfairies' artwork.

Soon it will be they
who dance in sun-kissed breezes ~
Spring's blossoms reborn.

Swollen with promise,
burgeoning, soon to labor...
Mother Nature's womb.

Hush... do you hear it?
Take a moment to listen...
Spring's voice is singing.

Their birth a thing past,
their childhood waning...
Spring's babies, infants no more.

First blush surrenders
to adulthood's bloom,
swaying to solsticed rhythms.

Resplendent, adorned
in glorious raiment...
hiding sweet secrets within.

Spring's quickstep becomes
Summer's sultry waltz,
bees keeping time to the tune.

Aroused by the touch
of the sun's hot breath,
Mother Earth's breast languishes;

those at it suckling
hear her soft whisper...
a promise anew conceived.

Unfurling stamens
seed every breeze;
gestating pleasures await.

Their time soon coming...
ripened legacy.
The cycle of life complete.

September arrives
and nature takes note.
The whispers of chilled breaths
speak of change on the wing...
the time draws nigh
for a last celebration.

Garbed in splendored array,
joyously dancing and singing,
mindful of slumber to come.

Vivid hues disguise
pallid wisps of smoke
attesting to the deaths
of the children born to Spring
under warm skies...
once budding revelations.

Spent, their numbered days,
they know what Winter is bringing...
their time for living is done.

By their demise,
renewed life evoked;
defied, the grasp of death
by gestating offspring.
Asleep, but soon to rise...
May's rapt anticipation.

Painted days danced away...
Fall's songs in ears still ringing
throughout the slumber to come.

Sleep, my precious babes,
nestled deep within my soul...
still secrets held close.

Touched not by iced hands,
suckling a warm, hidden breast...
close to my quiet heart.

Cradled in slumber
to dream of your awakening...
your birth approaches.

Protected for now;
safe from the pale sun's neglect
your promise unseen.

You'll soon enough stir,
my womb surrendering you
to May's tender care....

beauty your dowry,
life anew your miracle...
your breath that of Spring.