Spring branches begin their slow growth
Green leaves appear and buds are on the way.
The chill that was in the south
has swung around and warms the things we say.
As summer strengthens its tender hold
Occasional flowers will bear fruit.
Bees buzz and hum, encouraging the mood,
Our words no longer seem just moot.
Autumn hides the coming chill
behind a profusion of extravagance.
True colours show and bend our will
Conversations display less elegance.
Winter comes and brings a frost
that reaches deep and burns the soul.
A barren twig we seem to use the most
To lash each other with jibes we can’t control.
‘Til spring returns and frost subsides
When shoots of green will test the air.
Hope for a season that maybe abides
And once again our words are safe to share.