Verses from the Soul

Rebirth

Stuck in his cold hard fist

no release, no escape from the icy mist

he twists and shapes the once-green land

into a crystal blanket with a flick of his hand

he howls, and life shrivels up, hiding

under his chilly gaze, cowering

the frozen world, dark and lifeless

there is an end, I am happy to confess

ever so slowly, spring pries his fingers away

so Winter leaves, with much delay

for he is stubborn, and even on a mild day

you might still see patches of snow, that have turned dull and gray

Spring is here, and she revives

crying seeds of life, turning things alive

her light, warm breath flits through the air

as she cultivates, slowly and with care

the grass turns green again, the shy buds bloom

chasing away all traces of Winter's gloom

birds sing, flowers burst into their full glory

cheerful Spring chases cynical Winter away, a repetitive story

Summer gently nudges her way in

almost imperceptibly, with a sunny grin

she creates a picturesque blue sky

doing her best, making sure no one cries

Summer arrives with her hazy pink sunsets

Winter's icy throne, we soon forget

the gleaming moon shines with a myriad of stars

in the balmy night, how content we are

the crickets join in, chirping their song

with the birds' lilting voices, loud and strong

a stream gurgles with the beat

and the frogs croak along, in the stifling noon heat

but then Autumn comes, with a shy, quiet cough

the birds sing one last sonata-and then they're off

Autumn transforms the world into a red-gold wonderland

she comes in slowly, nothing grand

her crisp breath carries out a message

whispering "Autumn is here, but Winter's got no leverage"

animals are fearful, as they get ready to sleep

so that with Spring, they can run and leap

then he is here, slowly but surely

returning, coldly, forcefully

but within Winter's icy realm, for warmth we yearn

there is always hope for Spring's majestic return