Variations of Time

Living in a climate where weather is seasonal, I feel privileged to experience all that they have to offer.

Upon my youth, I soon became aware

the wonders of the ever changing seasons. 

Earth's inner clock moving without a care.

With each turn over, a new reason.

From the hounds of winter, 

to the warm winds of spring.

Onward to the heat of summers,

only to find cool turning leaves, begin to swing.

How fortunate to feel the changing variations,

of time and it's onward bound.

For with each accompanies it''s own sensations,

whistling winds to the snow with no sounds.

Changes to make us understand, 

that no one is able to pound.

So dance with the wind

It'll continue to blow. 

Even when we're not around.

Reviews

[Gee]

I agree, the changing seasons are a wonderful sight to behold, Over here in the UK summers to be ever shorter though. Enjoyed your poem ma'am