1-Woods edge the frozen shore
their etchings white and green
where sleeping ice awaits the warmth
to weep again the earth to life.
2-The awaken fall of reds and gold,
beautifies the day.
You speak of beauty in the field,
I nod my head and look at you.
For be it of nature, or be it of you,
beauty is beauty, alas there it parts.
For the beauty she sees, never knows it is,
while she knows of her beauty, in my evening eyes.
3-The waking dawns begins
across the ancient woods
where orchid buds touched by heat
begin their journey out of dreams.
Freeing beauty from its shroud
that covers alters in their prayers
a silent meaning meadow born
where butterflies are safe to joy.
4-An offering on a winter’s vine.
Red berries dress the cold.
Feeding blue jays and a thrush,
while morning doves feed of the ground.
Cascading crows verse their life,
as twilight creeps into the hills.
Escorting droplets from the clouds,
that fills the night with a cold wet mist.
5-When the scent of a honeysuckle fills the air,
happiness becomes an easy way.
Knowing its contentment in the months ahead,
as the pastoral summer will intoxicate the nights.
6-Beauty lies in silence
on the edge of sunrise,
where petals wait the light
to open to the warmth.
Fragile is the coming
if wounded by the chill.
For April is a fitful child
and tender are the buds.
7-The autumn knows the summer warmth
demised to the southern land
passing through the equinox
exacting bonds from perpetuity.
All is perfect in the seasons arc
around the tilting of the earth
sequenced within the high and low
as autumn feels the springtime chill.
8- A breast shaped drop of moisture
clings beneath itself.
Reflective by a soft snow light-
gracious evening note.
9-Winter misted sky.
A snow squall passes through.
Wild lively sanctity,
where silent waters flow.
10-This quiet is calming
like a perfumed breeze
of honeysuckles and roses
over marshes and fields.
A unity of touching
between a feeling and scent
bestowing a happiness
to this summer afternoon.
11-The morning shivers in the chill.
Pastures lose their daily warmth.
As summer flowers dream once more
and autumn sorrows in its dusk
Truly passing weeps in grief
for every season exiled bound,
As hearts in all lovers past
when life was pure to a time yet known.
12-A sparrow on a fresh green branch
looks about in the coming dawn
where the mosaic sky begins to clear
and the sun awaits to bright the light
on its journey through the day
where all is peaceful in its time
as the weather returns to its softer side.
13-The marrow of limbs
are awaking in green
as the southern wind
shrouds the cold.
Centuries of tales
dialogue s the grass
as the newness of spring
rebirths its seeds.
Sparrows and blue jays
fly in the warmth
architects of reversion
in nature’s scheme.
A passage of change in the breath of life
exhaled from the breast of survival’s dust
renewing the vows from a seasonal divorce
as the millenniums of time shepherds the earth.
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Absolutely stunning piece, fills the mind with lovely natural imagery! Love this.