Four Seasons" and
Other Poems
Samuel
E. Stone
Four Seasons (# 9 /10)
Spring
A gentle breeze to the warmth of
the Sun,
majestic essence radiates from
the flowers,
animals scurry about their works
never done,
makes us forget the city and
it’s tall towers. |
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Summer
Summertime with the forest so
green,
where tall trees reach upward to
the sky,
aroma in the air smells so fresh
and clean,
in the mist of this beauty we
live and die. |
Autumn
Sky over head in sobering shades
of grey,
a light sprinkle falls could
hardly be rain,
the weather has set in and
surely will stay,
nights turn colder, one’s joints
feel the pain. |
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Winter
Land of the dead, living on as
nature sleeps,
an eerie stillness felt in the
bitter icy cold,
if trees could speak they would
only weep,
inclemency of the elements
restlessly bold. |
Photo by Takako Takasuka
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