I unfold in adoration of clouds leaves wild flowers  bees
thoughts pass like the shadows of birds
everything gets illuminated revealing a core
the world gets deeper than one thought

Winter is a season
With barren limbs
Fallen leaves
Blowing winds
And frozen eaves

Winter is a season
Of greyed out skies
And barely touching suns
Cold, burning eyes
And noses on the run

Winter is a season
Where green and beauty fades
Buried ‘neath a white sheet
And it seems that for an age
Winter is all there is.

But winter is a season.
Seasons always change.
Seasons come and go
Seasons are a phase
Winter is a season.

Winter is a season
One of four, in fact
The other three are green
Winter has an icey grasp
But Spring, summer, fall -

Flowers! Bees! Warm, soft breeze!
Butterflies and normal flies,
Fruit and veggies, rain and shine!
Running, laughing, falling, playing
Kissing, hugging, gasping!

Winter is a season.
Right now I do feel cold.
I feel like I want to stay in bed
Until the day that I grow old
And no longer raise my head.

Winter is a season.
This one seems worse than most.
But if I give up now-
If i choose to let this go-
Then I miss the next.

Winter is this season.
I’ll try to stay warm while it lasts
And maybe share a blanket where I can
But I feel, coming fast,
A fresh new spring to share.

baby blue skies cold
fresh snow covers soft earth
                growth awakening

Seasons change suddenly,
Friendships can fade from spring buds,
To crumbling fall leaves.

People leave, they tend to take the fire with them,
Make sure you keep spare logs hidden,
Sometimes it snows in spring.