A Journey Through The Seasons Poem by DM W

In summertime, I imbibe Nature's flowered wine
As I slowly drift in its languid, dream filled days.
In autumn, I'm aware of my mortal design:
In tainted golds and rusty reds and in the haze
Of bonfire smoke. And I begin to feel afraid.
In winter, I'm wary of frozen warning signs.
So I wait for potent spring's vibrant light and shade.
That's when I sense magical sparks of the divine
Flowing through everything in verdant Creation:
In violet, rose pink and snow white celebrations!