seasons of the earth

a galactic journey
 
"While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and
heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not
cease."—Genesis 8:22
 
were there not twelve mensajes in my book
when, on that silent january morn,
the mountains bade me take a solemn look
at how the seasons of the earth were born?
 
the chilly winds a path made for the spring,
their passions melting in the radiant sun,
as pregnant birds and flowers on the wing
rejoiced to know the banquet had begun.  
 
march, april may, into the arms of fate,
but, caring not for military might,
june, lissomed by each hopeful wedding date,  
dances 'neath matrimonial candlelight.  
 
when august summer days divest their cloak,
temperate september climes the atmosphere
with joys, as fruited hinterlandic folk
revere stark naked forests everywhere.
 
octoberfest saves nought but dying ember
of fallen leaves, golden and red and brown;
no sun, no moon, no dusk, no dawn, november;
too soon december yields her transient crown.
 
were there not twelve mensajes in my book
when, on that silent january morn,
the mountains bade me take a solemn look
at how the seasons of the earth were born?
 
© Copyright 2024 January 29
by Clyve A. Bowen♫