That which windows only tease,
Passing out the doors will please
Into wilderland we go
‘Wheather’ rain or shine or snow
Fractals formed from frozen mists
Fall with fluid friction twists
Just as nights outlast the days
A cold white blanket bounces rays
Shadows, though they span the ground,
Dwarf the length of patrons bound.
With foliage in scarce supply,
Creatures in their burrows lie
Birds that brave the barren trees
Recite their hopeful melodies
And just when ice is thickest
For traversing bodies quickest,
The sun surveys the surfaces
And deserts become oases.
Yellow-bellied birds will lap
The daily upward flowing sap
Finger streams like veinous leaves
Gurgle down organic eaves
Buds begin to crown the brush
Set to burst with blossoms lush
Bees retrieve their pollen treats
As they hum to lower beats
Back to queen the worker brings
to tile their ‘aromatic rings’
Hot and humid alternates
with cool and damp to drive the fates
Of living things that dare create
The offspring that they generate
Fauna fat on floral feasts
Hide and flee from stalking beasts
Lakes that lagged with latent heat
Teem with fins and dangled feet
Swimmers’ buoyant games are played
For amniotic retrograde
Carefully tended plots and fields
Now produce abundant yields
Scattered seeds, like garden gold,
Will, in a year, reap twenty-fold
Half the spinning Orb exhales
And nature’s barber quiets dales
Deciduous are shaven clean
But just a trim for ever-green
In excess of a dozen moons
Four movements now have played their tunes
While older by a year we’ve gained,
The Ageless Author shouts: Again!