In spring I watch as the pin oak
releases the leaves of the past.
Scattering on the warm breezes,
sailing curled in the lake a flotilla
off to the other shore.
Heralding the end of one season,
the beginning of the new.

With the advent of summer I watch the dandelions
grow, flower, releasing seeds on the currents,
an armada of gossamers taking flight, drifting
until finally capturing a place to grow.
Fields covered with a yellow blanket
readying the next crop to be discharged.

In fall I watch the colors change,
I feel wistful as the strong winds
of the season blow in.
All growth contracts, withdraws from the cold,
a seige as leaves escape silently gliding
on currents, lifted high, coasting.

In winter I watch as the snow
white, guazy floats, lazily, drifting
covering the ground in glittering crystals
providing a blanket, security in white
for the next season to grow into.
I rest too and dream.