Seasons

A fluffy puff, a feather's fall, the golden leaf of autumn's call

Release spring's rainbow colored haze, grasped in summer's warmer days

White frost on nature's hardened face, greeting winter in cold embrace 

Dark shadow's plumes upon the ground, in naked branches no leaf is found 

Sheltered on the earth below, loose remnants under fallen snow

Twigs, moss, and bits of string, to build an egg roost in the spring

Gold leaf and feather build the nest, cushion eggs beneath mother's breast 

Once shelter in days of yore, now a perch from which new life will soar

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

'Twigs, moss, and bits of string, to build an egg roost in the spring'

For me, such fine metre that adds to the core of your poem! How I love words that both describe and obviously care about the all about. What it displays; how it takes the planet and creates different scents, differet scenes!

'A fluffy puff, a feather's fall, the golden leaf of autumn's call' Oh Yes!

[Soren]

Thank you so much Emmajoy for your read and most kind words of encouragement they are fuel for the fire.

[emmajoygreen]

Chuck some logs on too so as keep happy and warm for an even longer time, yes?! :)

[Soren]

Indeed just coming out of winter here.