for Summer's kiss

And the world is still

under Winter's bliss

 

Thoughts turn to Spring

when the snow doth melt

and fur is shed

from Mammal's pelt

 

Long after Autumn

has shed her leaves

and icicles formed

under Homestead's eaves

 

Within her walls

joy and laughter found

With Christmas music

heard all around

 

One may long

for the Season to pass

But some, as I

hope the moment will last

 

29 June 02