There are reasons for our seasons
as we watch for yearly clues
in the summer we have flowers
multicolored meadows viewed.
Then the trees turn glorious colors
dying leaves fall to the ground
before the burning bonfires end
winter’s come without a sound.
When the Crocuses start blooming
and I heed the robin’s call
spring will bring her wondrous renewal.
Good reasons for us all.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2013
I wanted to write a poem about the seasons while naming them within the poem. There were a few versions of this before I finally got the words the way I wanted them and I’m happy with the way it turned out.
A past musing shared with my friends at Poets United.