For five months of each year, we’re frozen solid,With not a blade of grass to call our own.At winter’s end the months come…
This is when my toes come out to play!They haven’t seen the sun for far too long,Now, free from cold constraints, they twitch and tweakAs if they…
This cold wet year, the Spring’s a fickle whoreWho turns upon her heel and…
That season when I fall–and fast!–headfirstFrom book to book like some great crazed fishThat, leaping from one puddle to the…
When after coldest Winter, Spring comes in,It cannot help but come with some hard…
A fertile planet, its dirt tilled and wetSeeds are sprouting now, blossoms dot the boughsWeave flowers into your crowns for the…
These frozen days in later Winter’s grip,When Earth and Sky alike are holding breathUntil the ice and snow begin to melt…
Spring rations it’s delicacy, blooming flowers, earthen soil,to incite inspiration slowly, a landscape of greens and golden suns…