Seasons, seasons
Seasons are nature
Day and night are it's keen treasure
Winter starts with a blow
cold nights of silver snow
ponds freeze to depth
leaving an aquarium beneath
Morning-light spans across
as a window on ground glass
waveless amber twilight sky
spreads above and high
Seasons, seasons
Seasons are nature
Dawn and twilight paint the daily picture
Spring spins it's turn bright
with an influx of light
ponds reflect the sky even
nights of sleet rain
the oak, the maple, the pine all round
a beautiful landscape brightens beyond
sunlight breaks mists across the roadside
seasons, seasons
seasons are nature....
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