winter is the season of waiting
always for something different
than the same grey everyday
spring brings hope of change
breathing a thawing gust
that pushes you from behind
summer holds freedom
a suspended span of time
to indulge in all things bright
fall spurs creation
a rush to bring last life into
what dies in winter
  
its in the first breath we chase
not yet dreams but gratification
the joy of the moment till
the moment ends
  
its in the last dying breath of life
we move the most
building a hoard of dreams to
hold us warm in hibernation