The Cycle of the Seasons
Spring arrives with bud and rain,
overwhelming winter's gain.
Colored flowers of every kind,
planted gardens of design.
Bees and birds flit and fly,
with seeds and pollen in supply.
Grass and weeds, they grow tall,
defying gardeners with their sprawl.
Before we know it summer's here,
a time we wait for all the year.
It's time for frolics in the lake,
and barbecues of dogs and steak.
The grass is soft, every blade,
Trees make canopies of shade.
The sun rises with brazen hues,
and sets late eve with stunning views.
As summer gardens wither and wane,
autumn colors stake their claim.
Leaves stained russet, fire and gold,
dance on air with grace untold.
Wood smoke fragrances the air,
chilly and crisp, we sweaters wear.
Pumpkins, squash, and gourds festoon,
owls hoot at harvest moon.
When autumn’s final curtain falls,
the starkness of winter palls.
Winter demands foliage die,
to lie in state, drear and dry.
The entrance of frigid gloom,
propels us into nature’s womb.
Time yawns it seems forever,
mourning in ways whatever.
Thus the cycles of the seasons,
proceed for God’s own reasons.
Let us praise Him, give Him laud,
for His handiwork, applaud.