The wheel of seasons moves in its round
And we mere humans barely hear the sound
Of seasons passing us year by year–
Celebrations of light and love and all we hold dear.
All move from summer to fall to winter to spring,
Then back we go like birds on the wing.
Fall dresses the trees with colors bright,
Then lets all the leaves fall from their height–
Into piles of orange, red, yellow and brown
Scattered in beautiful tapestries on the ground.
The air is brisk, blue skies are sun-shot
With remnants of summer’s breath, still hot.
Then Winter brings its crystal days and icy chill
That makes us huddle up, bundle up and thrill
To lacy snowflakes and frigid winds that blow,
And roar and make our poor red noses glow.
It drives the hats right off our heads,
And all of the warm blankets from our beds!
Then Spring springs up wearing crocuses colored brightly
That pop through waning snow and graying ice unsightly–
Warm winds toss the icy chips on the pond away,
To make room for the tadpoles and turtles to play–
Warm winds tease the buds into fragrant flower
Knitting secret nests from lacy bower–
For the new bird fathers and mothers
To raise up all the little sisters and brothers.
Then comes hot Summer with its lazy days
Of sunshine pouring out its honey glaze
Over us all; the four-foots, the two-foots and all
Creatures both fierce, gentle, big and small.
Cicadas thrum in the silent still heat,
And keep strumming their tune in time with our feet
That walk slowly by, bronzed by the sun in the sky
And blissfully we stroll on, never questioning why
The seasons roll on by like a wheel,
Each one making us feel
That THIS is the fall, the winter, the spring,
The summer that will surely bring
Us all our wishes for happiness, joy and love,
All umbrella’d under the ever-changing blue sky above.