Winter: The Noiseless Slumber

Underneath the sky of silver hue,The soil is calm, cold, subdued.A sleep profound, a dream so still,Time itself twists to winter's will.

However within the ice, a mystery stirs,A whisper woven into firs.For indeed ice, in delicate sleep,Hides warmth underneath, in chambers profound.

Spring:

The Arousing DanceA moan of warmth, a brilliant ray,Melts the ice and calls the day.The buds emerge, in light they lean,A painted world in dynamic green.

The robin's tune, a delicate chime,A tune of borrowed time.The rain's grasp, so delicate, so sweet,A beat for the earth's pulse.

Trust spreads out in each leaf,A moment's rapture, so shinning, so brief.For spring is but a brief guest,And summer holds up upon her peak.

Summer:

The Red hot HeartbeatThe sun rises with burning might,A crown of gold, a kingdom bright.Fields extend wide in brilliant waves,The days are long, the heart carries on.

Chuckling rings in firefly light,The world lively in star-draped night.The sea thunders, the waterways sing,A season born with passion's sting.

However within the blast, a shadow stands,Autumn's whisper within the sands.A knowing look, a turning tide,A caution tucked in summer's walk.

Harvest time:

The Dark red FarewellThe clears out touch off in blood red sighs,A sunset painted on the skies.The discuss is fresh, the fragrance is old,A story retold in tones of gold.

The collect moon, so full, so bright,A light held by cooling night.Each falling leaf, a memory spun,A whisper misplaced, a race once run.

Autumn sobs in noiseless grace,For winter holds up to require her place.And so, the cycle turns anew,The year renewed in solidified blue.

Interminable TurningThe seasons move, the echoes blend,A wheel that turns but knows no end.Each stage a melody, a short lived call,And however we learn to adore them all.