in springtime, flowers
bloom, bees come alive spreading
special love around.
in summertime, birds
nest amongst leaves, bringing food
to eager fledglings.
in autumn, color
bleeds from sky to tree, changing
mood from day to night.
in wintertime, ice
hanging from sleeping branches
reflects cold sunlight.
(10-22-2006)
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