The Seasons.

    April, poem a day month, on day 15, the mood changes.

The Seasons.

When you look, it's plain to see,

spring has cross these mountains,

-------many years before;

kissed their slopes, with shoots of hope,

promised so much more.

Then sweeping in, in a blaze of life,

summer saw the promises bloom,

-------many years before;

bathed the dreams, in bounteous streams,

birds began to soar.

So with stealth, and deceptive charm,

autumn cooled the gurgling streams,

--------many years before;

slowed their pace, to one of grace,

quietly closed a door.

Now, with vulgar haste, and callous force,

winter assaults those mighty peaks,

--------of many years before;

as gathering clouds, spread their shroud,

memories start to pour.

ann arky's home.