Seasons

What do we think

when we think of spring

maybe a buzzing bee with sting

perhaps its flower power

a soft refreshing shower

light clouds over the tower

we see everything green

bursting buds on the scene

ever wonder where they've been

Now the nesting in the trees

hails the gentle summer breeze

as it freshens for the tease.

swallows glide high above

tiny lambs bleat and shove

to gain a touch of motherly love.

Birds atwitter build a nest

which lively breezes surely test.

Moving on the sun now high

Dominates the summer sky

under which worshippers lie.

flowers bloom in unison

nodding til the day is done

clothed in colour every one.

dominating scenery

their blush upon the greenery.

Gone is colour now it fades

silent now every glade

just a crinkle then a dash

something quickly scurries past

collecting seeds this and that

hoping its store will last.

The trees fall naked in their shame

nothing now remains the same.

Gone the yellows and the greens

and the sunny harvest scenes

where the day did begin

getting natures harvest in

Now comes the golden hue

the red, browns, bronzes too

that dominate the autumn tide

and to the ground softly glide.

Grey and cool debating

the point of natures waiting

for that of fiercer cold

the winter to behold.

The crisp and icy queen

now dominates the scene

but children love her still

hear their laughter shrill

Cannot get their fill

up dale and down hill

they slip and slide

shriek and glide

red faced and puffed out

merrily to friends they shout

this is what life's about

of that they have no doubt

Happily frolicking in the snow

until tired homeward they go

gentle snow upon the ground

softly dulls sense of sound

Soon it will revolve again

nothing ever stays the same

life and seasons as we know

are a never ending flow.

CAROL SELVA

Surya's note: Please read a short introduction with a shorter bio of this poet in the earliest post of this blog. A constructive comment would be nice too.