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.
