Poetry Sunday ~ Seasons Change

Ecc. 3: 1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

Seasons Change

Crippled leaves cross the field

Wispy winds stir by

Gone is heat from raging sun

Winter’s frost draws nigh.

Trees are green, orange and yellow

Progression has begun

Seasons melt a new one reigns

With the setting of the sun.

Combines wipe the farmland clean

The cows are sent to the meadow

Trees they weep their leaves are gone

Harvesters reap what they sow.

Clouds they form a serpentine flower

Displays of a heavenly hue.

Blue erupts from the gray

The angel’s seasonal stew.

Sprouting ceases as summer ends

Russet rests on the floor.

Pearly white will welcome the season

Salting the ground once more.