Sensing the Seasons
Flowers they smell so sweet.
Budding all around my feet.
Smelling like a sweet wine,
Clustered in a tangled vine.
Sunshine it feels so fresh.
Shining down on my flesh,
Feeling like a summer day,
Warmed by a sunny ray.
Trees they are beheld with grace.
Falling leaves drift by my face.
Seeing each float like a breeze
Cleared away from the trees
Snowflakes they are to be savored.
Making my mouth all wintry flavored.
Tasting them in a childlike hurry,
Covered my tongue in a snow flurry.
Seasons they all draw so near.
Changing ways hiss in my ear.
Hearing them change one by one.
Changed by all when they're done.