Saisons d’etre

Saisons d’etre Autumn turns, with gentle grace Burnished hues, upon its face Leaves cascading to the ground Leaving trees, bare and brown Winters chill, and austere beauty White flakes abound, as is their duty The earth grows cold, hard to the touch Waiting for the spring it misses so much Smiling spring arrives, welcoming soul Soon all will thrive, no winter’s toll Young life is born, in a verdant plane Nurtured by the warm sun and quenching rains Then hot temperatures begin to rise The summer sun, filled with surprise Its soaring birds, its gleeful trees A rush of life, then autumn breeze