SEASONS:

SPRING:

 Begrudgingly she came to life in struggling mewling pain,

 Spring came wailing, moaning, slipping & haltingly sliding,

Down birth´s long passage, murky canal, & into life´s rain,

Sired from a father unsure & a mother still undeciding

Whether she was too early, too late, welcome or not,

But with smiles bestowed & tears duly dried,

So spring was blessed & new life not denied.

SUMMER:

Spring danced summer in to the chorus of droning bees,

Tripping through fields of fragrant blooms,

Making merrybegots beneath shy leafy trees,

Into warm balmy days & nights of hot passionate Junes,

Growing into motherhood, showing warmth & ripe love,

Giving, nurturing & embracing all seeds & new shoots,

Singing lullabies to birds flying in the sky above,

Knowing wisely when to let go, when to cut roots.

AUTUMN:

Autumn, kissing summer adieu, lets her birds fly from sweaty nest,

Garbed for last dance in blood scarlet & old burnished gold,

 Iced crystals adorning her neck, she´s feeling & looking her regal best,

She waltzes over fields, beckoning & luring the reluctant cold,

Whispering winds of death to come, & chilled sorry damp mists,

Revealing ancient secrets to man, in his innocence, yet unknown,

Ticking off one by one, chores from her many last-chance lists,

Knowing her time is near for going back to her original home.

WINTER:

Wearily, autumn welcomed winter, her friend & mentor, Hecate the crone,

Who came proudly greeting fall, wearing her lined life-worn face,

Snowy hair, wise eyes, wise soul & stoop of brittle wrinkled bone,

She came bowing, knowing she had found her right & final place,

Place of bare branch, iced fingers & of death´s profound sleep,

Knowing she had come to the quiet time, knowing the end is nigh,

The time when she´ll take with her, the world we know, down deep,

Soon she´ll give birth to her daughter spring, but now it´s time to die.