Meeting the Seasons

Moonlit Winter would brightly glow,
wearing her cloak of ice and snow.

Vivacious Spring brought warmer air,
and fragrant blooms were in her hair.

Summer heat cooled in mountain streams,
garbed in dewdrops like children’s dreams.

Kind Autumn came, with wind and cold;
she wrote our names in red and gold.

She left her coat to spare me storm;
I followed on to keep her warm.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig

Author: Bill Hazelrig

Recovering workaholic, IT geek, once and present poet. Words are very important to me. I try always to wield them with sincerity and in the service of light.

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