Seasons’ Pulse

The earth shifts gears, a deep-throated hum, Summer’s fire fades, autumn’s drums. A crackle, a spark in each russet leaf, Nature’s blaze in colors brief. The winds grow bold, fierce, alive, A dance of death, yet we thrive. Trees stripped bare in wild release, A reckless beauty, raw and fierce. Winter storms with icy breath, Cloaking life in shrouds of death. Silence reigns, and time stands still, The world bent low to winter’s will. Yet beneath the frost, a heartbeat stirs, Hidden warmth, a quiet whisper. For life awaits in secret rooms, Bound in buds, locked in tombs. And then, a sigh as spring unfurls, Green fists break through winter’s pearls. The wheel turns round, life undone, To rise, to fall, to be begun.