O The Seasons... Poem by DM W

O the seasons flow within my blood stream,
Like silvery streams or enchanting dreams!
I am one with the white blossoms of spring
I can hear the wild birds of summer sing,
Of innumerable, beguiling things,
In timeless visions, beyond the fleeting.
I sense autumn's subtle colours and shades.
I'm deeply moved by winter's solemn ways.
Nature's endless cycle permeates my
Mind. It drives the winds and directs the skies.
I trace the birth and death of leaves and trees.
O the seasons flow within my blood stream!