Written Works of Abstract Art

Paths

Seasonal Path

The summer passes in a haze of heat

The dry grass crackles underneath our feet.

As Autumn comes the green leaves change to brown.

As the world prepares to don its winter crown.

The snow falls lightly down from way up high.

The frosty air is housed in clear blue sky.

The chills and cold from frozen winter dew

Give way to spring, when life begins anew.

But if, perhaps, this weather cycle changed

The rippling river made to flow in lanes.

The weather now controlled by forces fake.

Would the cycle start again, new things to wake?

The cycle must continue on its way

So we can see the light of a brand new day.