Four Seasons

In days of crystal lace
and velvet, snowy white,
I dream your smiling face
in fading Winter light.

When grass begins to sprout
and birds' first trill is heard
my heart knows there's no doubt
in Springtime, Love's the word.

As blossoms' glorious hues
are painted on the land
I swoon at the mere sight of you,
for Summer's in your hands.

And Love, there is no sadness
when brown replaces green,
for even then there's gladness
in Autumn's love serene. 

august 2004
ŠJanet Reid