Minty mists float like saris
over the breast of low-lying hills.
Chaos is not found here,
only breezes, lovely and light.
A meadow in the foothills
where daisies and shamrocks grow
has just been liberated from
a long winter of ice and snow.
Butterflies swarm like snowflakes,
eater to begin life’s busy parade.
Nests and burrows - so much to do
before the flocks lay nest eggs.
Collage of colors is sent spinning.
All the air tastes like life and love.
Partners court each other happily
on the earth and in trees above.
Cycles and circles, this is the stuff of life.
New to replace the old, as it must be.
Dizzy dervishes of living spin around...
always something new to see.
Each season has its quantity of time
as the earth turns faithfully around.
All giving their time that life may
continue its melodic, fulfilling sound.
Our seasons come round so swiftly - enjoy each one.