All Four

When new life emerges
and blossoms abound
the crisp leaves the air
with warmth of the ground

Come birds and the worms
the gnats and the bees
long summers drag on…
then the  falling of leaves

Cold… wind driven storms
with icicle’s and chill
four seasons all pass
as our world is not still

© ~RRS, ~Outdoors2

Artwork by…Kuryosity