Seasons

January

 In the winter of my heart

the season of my discontent

you came, called my name

set my soul

aflame

 

February

In the dull pulses of dormant earth

struggles the flower

buried to break forth

 

March

Sings more hopefully the song

of winds and lilies

forget-me-nots and spreading grass

the first notes

of all things new

 

March (2)

Hello, yellow daffodils.

I have waited for you so long;

it is good to see you again.

 

April

Gentle comes the month,

friend of lovers

and children, brushing

her sweet clouds

across a care-less sky.

 

May

Purple azalea scent wafts

into a friendly sky

 

 June

From the rain-soaked earth

glisten hydrangeas

white, violet, and painful blue.

 

July

Shining also spreads the verdant rice

drinking a rain-dipped

misty sky.

 

August

In the shaded mountains

beneath cedar trees,

we walk wooded paths.

 

September

Heart!  Emerging from the shade and

ocean spray, colors sharpen

days in relief, and a blue sky

enfolding mountains.

October

And from the trunk that holds the leaf

pulses the color of the year’s descent

symphony of yellow, orange, and vermillion

her strongest song

before the death.

November

Red berries on a dark bough

beneath the clouded sky.

 

December

The Christ child came

on such a night as this

snowflakes landing

half-melted on the thread

of a velvet scarf

falling on the thatched and tarred roofs

covering in white

washing our stain away.