Seasons To Be Forgotten

The buds are born                                 Sun aligns with ground

Chimes of the feathered                            The freezing horizon

They celebrate Spring                                     The sunny beach

The quarter of life                               Now a crisp block of ice

As hibernation ends                                     Life wakes up cold

All animals collide                             Everywhere, blinding light

To repeat Nature’s way                            We want to be gone.

Waves roll in                                                  Then we realize:

Heat, and water                               This has happened all year

The sun beats down                              The ground is too cold;

On the creatures and us                              The sky is too hot

The heat is too much                         We complain and complain

But the fun,                                         And forget the beauty

There’s a bunch!                                          In the core of life

Then the leaves fall                                        Instead we miss

The colors all there                                  The memories behind

Spice comforts all                                          And those ahead

Soon, the trees are bare                          Left to be cherished.

Cold creeps up

Slide our boots on

We step; CRUNCH