Twinkling fireflies,
In the midnight heat,
Cool blades of grass,
As moisture hangs in the air.
Brittle branches claw the sky
Mourning the leaves,
fluttering beneath,
As a hazy moon hovers above.
Periwinkle nights framed in gray,
Bedazzling crystals sprinkle down,
The world is silent,
As a thick blanket cleanses the ground.
A pastel palette,
Brings life to the trees,
The earth is reborn again,
As a gentle breeze magically blows.
Living in Tennessee, I get the pleasure of experiencing all four seasons. I wouldn't have it any other way, as each of them have their own hidden treasures.
