Seasons Of Change Poem by Chris Embrick

Sunrise chases shadows down the mountain
Morning's offering to the Spring aspens
Fluttering in the breeze, green against the sky
Their dark eyes stare across the meadow
Spreading, reaching up into the canyon
Nourished by the clear waters of the waterfall.

The changing of the season transforms the waterfall
Although dropping from the same lofty mountain
Below, its flow still carving out the canyon
Until winding more gently through the aspens
Meandering, splashing through the low country meadow
As wildflowers drink the sun from the sky.

Afternoon thunderstorms mushroom in the sky
Heavy downpours add a thunderous roar to the waterfall
As cold rain and hail pelt the summer meadow
Fierce winds batter the mammoth mountain
And downdrafts open new eyes on the aspens
Fury for a time, then quietness in the canyon.

Only shallow pools of water now in the canyon
For weeks on end a cloudless, cobalt sky
Relentless drought a hardship on the aspens
No plunging water, only the gentle veil of the waterfall
The snow melt almost gone now from the mountain
The grass brown, the flowers fading all across the meadow.

Night so quietly falling on the meadow
In the morning fog lifting from the canyon
An early chill returning to the mountain
As eagles soar, dancing circles in the sky
Autumn colors in the valley; winter's breath on the waterfall
September's golden leaves quaking on the aspens.

Winter snow drifts down upon the aspens
The forest white, a blanket covers the peaceful meadow
Behind a veil of ice and clinging snow, the waterfall
It's cold cascades rushing down the canyon
December clouds gather in the graying sky
Buried deep in the drifts, the rocky mountain.

April winds will soon warm the meadow aspens
And uncover the mountain reaching for the sky
Follow every season, every canyon, they often lead to the
beauty of the waterfall.