Between The Seasons(An Interlocking Rubaiyat) Poem by Chris Embrick

Between the seasons, Nature's storms
too soon for Spring the days are warmed
the sleeper's restless in their dens
until the earth is green adorned
Impatient now for Winter's end
migrating flocks fly south again
while tender buds still hold their leaves
late snow arrives on blustery winds
More storm days 'till April's breeze
when emerald crowns adorn the trees
across the meadows flowers bloom
from bright cups invite the bees
The air is filled with sweet perfume
new life abounds from Nature's womb
behind us days of Winter's gloom
behind us days of Winter's gloom.