Spring arrives whispering in green,
A soft unfurling of the earth—
Rain-beads trembling on new leaves,
Light returning, full of birth.
Summer follows with a shout,
Fields of gold and air of heat;
Long days spill like honeyed hours,
Nights a cool and cricket beat.
Autumn hums in rust and ember,
Wind-tossed skies of copper flame—
Every tree a brief cathedral,
Every footstep not the same.
Winter closes with a hush,
Frosty breath and quiet grace;
Stars ring colder, closer, clearer,
Snow refines the world’s old face.
And so the seasons circle on—
A turning wheel, a steady rhyme;
What changes teaches us to trust
The gentle, endless work of time.
Therapy Bits 
Talk to me! I love comments!