Seasons Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

A mass of burning gas directs life’s sacred song…
Nature is no amateur when it comes to perfection
Revolving months score the seasons of the year
Shaping lasting images from inspiring reflections

The thaw of Spring promotes birth and transformation
Warm soil wakes seeds that sprout into thriving plants
A glimpse of swelling buds on a branch invigorates
Shallow tones of color become incredibly vibrant

A splendid landscape widens beyond peripheral vision
An intense blue sky is captured by sun shielded eyes
Persuasive winds beckon dark ominous clouds
Textured fields of grain bend yieldingly unable to rise

Pelting rain commences with voltage charged daggers
Exhaustion finally releases its dreary gray cloak…
Swirls of eagerness are surging to flowing streams
Uplifting calmness prevails as spotted frogs crook.

Summer cools as Autumn turns leaves to gold and red
Shadows deepen as shorter days fade the sun’s glow
Ponds that once reflected swaying willow boughs
Now have a frozen surface concealing activity below

Snowflakes fall gently covering everything in sight
A glistening blanket guards with patient anticipation
Winter’s frozen crystals diminish as Spring’s breath melts
A world of contrast generates harmony and rejuvenation


(9/28/07)