Listen – it is breathing,
in the air it manifests
Sotto and in rhythm,
between each beat it rests
The childish pop of spring
and punk’s summer adolescence
Become a string adagio,
harmonious in it’s presence
A requiem for August
devoid of spite or gall
She is the gentle calm in
the orchestra of the fall
Look – she is most radiant
in her very imperfection
The fashion house of
nature reveals autumns collection
Gone the frills and
petticoats, the ribbons and the bows
Farewell bikini,
sunglasses and varnished nails on toes
Natures sultry striptease,
not naked but undressing
September offers just a
glimpse, October keeps us guessing
You can feel her breathing
as the breeze that’s in your hair
The warmth and her gelidity
do battle in the air
In motherhood resplendent,
she kneels – her head is bowed
In deference to winter,
she is knowing but not proud
Though spring was far too
flighty and summer lived too fast
The year has grown to
adulthood and is a woman now at last
