Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Four Seasons

Blue winter's face
Icicles hanging like jewels
White clouds her raiment
Arctic air her perfume

Spring, she's turning green
Buds sprouting in her hair
Thick braids grow like trees
She's dressed in butterfly wings

Summer sun
Her face is red as love
She's bathed in barbecue and sweetened tea
Her summer dress blows hot in the breeze

Fall's camouflage
She sleeps beneath orange and brown leaves
Crisp, autumn air is intoxicating
She's lived the four seasons

5 comments:

Opaque said...

All the five senses are made alive here.

JStar said...

This is so refreshing!!!!

septembermom said...

Dressed in butterfly wings - Love it.

Great idea for a poem.

Brian Miller said...

ah, a lovely trip through the seasons...fall is my favorite...

Jingle said...

awesome stuff!