Seasons – A Poem

Yosemite – Photo collage of the Park in four seasons- Images from Pixabay.

The seasons do not upon the earth’s heart, a burden be

Instead, festoons its gladness on every tree.

If leaves and buds in their fair branches be,

There it sends magpies, pigeons and chickadees.

If autumn winds to leaves their epiphany call,

Their energy, transformative love to fertile soil.

In warm hearted grace, Earth says to the seasons,

“Bring me your baskets of Spring flowers again,

Let your bouquets bloom Summer’s silver rain.

Autumn let your baskets of plenty sing

Carols, ’till Winter’s thaw gives way to rain,

And, Summer days stem roses in vases of terrain.”

Published by Suzette Benjamin

Positive thinker, inspirational, writer, faith

25 thoughts on “Seasons – A Poem

  1. Festoons sounds like music to my ears, with gladness feels like jubilee in the forest, country and city. Festoons, I love the word.
    Frozen bells ringing, there the carol echoes, joy to the world -singing- before the meltdown. What a wonderful world, summer’s bouquet is coming.

    What a beautiful composition Suzette.

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    1. Thank you, my friend. So glad the musical melody on seasons rings true for you. Thank for your beautiful discernment of the imagery. Always a pleasure to read your rich comments. Blessings and grace to you. Peace ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ™

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      1. I thoroughly appreciate your skill and mastery in depicting the seasons with beautiful imagery and word sound in your poetry. Much respect and have a blessed day๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™€๏ธโ˜บ

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