SEASON JOURNEYS

Spring has come upon the land

And trees are publishing new leaves

The transformation comes in green

And the sky has shed its grey.

Thoughts of you prompt my migration

To the chattering brook beside the glen

Where you watched parades of whispy clouds

And celebrated the sparlings first flight

 

With summer I will go to the river

To watch it move upon itself

Remembering how your hand felt its current

As you smiled as if you knew its message

And fall will take me to the woodlands

To watch leaves made spectacular by death

Where you fingered them with special wonder

And dreaded that they were omens of winter