My Season's Song

As winter grows old and starts to die
his sister raises her springtime head,
to peek out with her blue pansied eye
from where she's lain for long, abed.

But, she knows he is the bullying kind
deceitful too, calls, " come, play outside ''
and hides his sharp frosty knives
to commit his crime of, sororicide.

But springtime soon grows weary too
in the effort of her gentle growth,
and gives her way to sister June
who's busy with her own red, red, rose.

Then, elder stateswoman Autumn comes
to strew the path and lanes with gold,
in memory of her sister's home
the aid to her as she, herself, grows old.

And I shall remember springtime's sunlight
the gentleness inherent there,
to cling to it in my dimming nights
when my own tree stands stark and bare.