My Seasons
- Margaret Pomerleau
Spring:
In the gentle awakening of nature's bloom,
Spring casts away winter's gloom.
A symphony of colors, vibrant and bright,
As life emerges, painting the world with delight.
Blossoms unfurl, like promises in the air,
As cherry trees blush, petals so fair.
The melody of birdsong fills the skies,
Whispering of new beginnings, hope that never dies.
The scent of fresh rain on the earth's embrace,
Invigorating senses with each fragrant trace.
Green meadows and fields, alive and green,
Spring's arrival, a sight to be seen.
Summer:
The sun ascends, in a radiant display,
Welcoming the arrival of summer's sway.
Days stretch out, in golden warmth and light,
As nature revels in the sun's delight.
The sea invites us with its crystal waves,
A playground for laughter, as joy enslaves.
Sandy shores beneath our barefoot tread,
Memories made, as the sun overhead.
The world hums with life, in its full bloom,
Flowers ablaze, releasing sweet perfume.
Lush canopies of trees provide a shade,
As summer's beauty blankets each glade.
Autumn:
A painter's palette, ablaze with hues,
Autumn arrives, bidding summer adieu.
Leaves transform, in a kaleidoscope of fire,
Nature's final flourish, before winter's attire.
Crisp air kisses cheeks with a hint of chill,
As nature prepares for its slumber, still.
Harvests gather, a bounty to be shared,
As grateful hearts embrace what's prepared.
The trees, they shed their garments of green,
As amber and gold, their branches preen.
A tapestry of colors, gently fall,
Autumn's farewell, a wistful call.
Winter:
Snowflakes descend, with whispers of grace,
Blanketing the world, a pristine embrace.
A hushed serenity in the icy air,
As winter weaves its magic, everywhere.
Fireplaces crackle, warming cold hands,
As loved ones gather in joyous bands.
Mugs of hot cocoa, steaming and sweet,
Winter's comfort, a cozy retreat.
Beneath the starlit sky, the snow gleams bright,
A shimmering wonderland, a mesmerizing sight.
Nature finds solace in its frozen sleep,
Awaiting the awakening that spring will reap.
Each season a chapter, in the book of time,
A cycle of nature's rhythm, so sublime.
In this ever-changing dance, we find our place,
Embracing the beauty, each season's grace.
