Seasons Drama

SEASONS DRAMA

October skies paint the pinkest fires
at the world’s edge,
low clouds pass  
in flames of dragons breath.
Autumn leaves lose God
-made hues
in bunches sure to slide
down slopes of silt. And January
has the coldest winds with icy
tongues that lick the clearest
shallow springs,
scattering ducks
& shattering glass surfaces.

Oh! There are delicate
snowflakes lingering on
Ariel’s summer-sweet smile
that I long for
so enthused by spring’s portending,
embraced by lilac
-scented air
awkward whimsy, standing hairs  
I seal our fate with a kiss
as April’s first Robin returns
& struts its blood-orange breast
pecking worms on the freshest
blades of sweet bluegrass.