Seasonally Sentimental

Golden hour in the fodder fields. Trembling leaves in the wood.

A gleam that blossoms in jaded hearts, when no true flame ever would.

Chickadees in aspen trees,

Singing a sweet and sharp refrain,

They glide with ease ‘pon summer’s breeze,

Calling out my name.

Green turns red in the forest. Clouds stoop to the foot of the hill.

Autumn winds bring bounty to harvest, thus her envoys feast their fill.

By light of day they stow away,

Yet in darkness they roam free,

Creatures at play in moon’s silver ray,

Their gala beckons me.

Fall turns and soars with the summer birds, between the mountains on high.

The scent of pine fills the winter air, and feathered snow fills the sky.

Glacial sleet, a crystal sheet,

Glistening like an infinite jewel,

To veil concrete, it adorns every street,

A gown for mistress Yule.

Winter, too, shall come to pass, but it’s not the worst for weather,

For spring has brewed electric skies fiercer than the coldest December.

Through the rain, a flash and bang,

From an icy streak of fire,

A mile long chain of a plasma vein,

Which I fear, and yet admire.

Once the storm subsides, the flowers will bloom again,

It isn't a matter of how, or if, only a matter of when,

I have left behind my home,

so that the world may know my name,

But no matter how far I roam,

My heart will stay the same.

As sure as the seasons change, as the earth continues to turn,

As sure as the flowers in spring, I swear I shall return.