Four Seasons Poem by Kezang Dawa

Four seasons
Spring is a happy season
Flowers bloom and bird twitter
Seed germinate
Rain on the verdure green
Sweet fragrance of nectar
Beautiful butterflies
Season have no reason
Wet and humid the summer
Peasant on the plough
A sweet a breath hopes abound
From a kernel horn of plenty
Yellow of promise at last
The aureate making of things
Of mellow fruitfulness a time
They say is autumn
Bach yard laden with fruit
Of mirthful songs
And luxuriant produce
Of peace and gratified silence
And Winter
A month of secret whispers
Rustling songs and longing
Reflection
Of time gone by
And time yet to come.

A poem by, KEZANG DAWA (Driver)
kezang_dawa@yahoo.com