A picturesque beauty clearly abounds
when seasons astound by changing faces.
They quickly trade places as one will fade,
its statement well made, but it’s time to die.
In each figuration, I see them tease
when a springtime breeze turns into a storm
from summer’s warm days. As if on a whim,
those humid, grim days are swiftly replaced
by a breathtaking space of vivid hues.
I bid my adieus to colors so rich.
With the perfect pitch of a winter song,
the cold comes along to sing its refrain.
And during its reign, to match its white crown
the lawn’s brown grass wears an ivory gown.
© Susan Schoeffield
Written for the 8/27/14 prompt at Creative Bloomings “Inform Poets” to write a Lannet poem.