Goodness

It rises up
With the green smell
The scent of fresh Spring grass
 
Carries on in warm
Late Spring rains
Drenching the sky in
Muggy, humid
Glorious grey
 
And the burst
Of leaves on trees
And the kaleidoscope scene
Of dahlia and lantana
And a bless-ed myriad of color
Proudly, the harbingers of Summer
 
And the crack of thunder
In the black midsummer sky
And monsoon rain is made
Suddenly bright
By the sudden flick
Of an awe-some lightning strike
 
And long the days
Hot and bright
And calm the nights
The stars all alight
 
Till harvest-time comes around
And the orchard apples
Bright gold and red
And the corn stalks rise
With their golden heads
And the hay fields stretch
Far beneath a pale blue sky
And from myself
I hear a content-ed sigh
 
Another year now nearly gone
And all the while we amble on
Age wearing down our bones of dust
 
And Autumn comes
Not too late
As we sit beneath a twilit sky
With ale in hand
And a tobacco pipe
 
Till at length
At some foggy dawn
We feel the Winter
Yet rolling on
And gentle flakes fall
And a heavenly calm
Blankets the world
In a soft snowy psalm
 
The lights are dimmed
Early now, and oft,
And we kiss one another
Gentle and soft
 
And bed down
These early dark nights
Beneath warm covers,
Unsung auroras,
And ten hundred thousand
Celestial lights
 
Bedding down
Hibernating
Quavering souls
Malcontent in their waiting
 
Till one humble morn
The sun leaps high,
As if reborn,
And the Winter melts away
As new spouts herald
The flowering day.