Seasons move through space and time
Finding reason, opening rhyme
readily following yet often sublime;
They bring dynamics anew.
Spring is oft the time we breathe
Seeking each moment to openly sieve
Every fresh second of life we receive
Greening, alive, anew!
Heat, water, blue skies; Hail summers!
Katydids op’ning loudly their hummers,
Girls bare skin, showing their tummers,
Sunbaked, content, anew.
Winds come, blowing in autumn
Whirling leaves open to have fun
Limiting schedules increase each day’s run
Cider, dryness, anew…
And winter will bring in, heavy’n bold
drafts clearing noses with bitter cold
filling days inside with memories so gold;
active, glittering, anew.