Season-love...

'You often say that', laughed Victoria,

 and I realized I do, as I commented how glad I am we live in a place of seasons…

The window-scape flaunts feathered capes

Then haunts of raving green

Then sultry,singing summer days

Then autumn’s rainbow scene

The wind that weans lush, leafy trees

And cloaks gleaned fields in white

Returns at length with bonny breeze

And blossom-stoked delight

The purple mist of summer slips

To autumnal repose

To fields and fences diamond-dipped

To buds that break in rose

© Janet Martin