Seasons

Born into rain

–translucent skin

and steady eyes clear

(as drops)

crackling

with lightning

–revealing and discovering–

thunderous cries

unleashing. . .

Grows into summer

–golden all over

and flush with

the warmth of possibility,

pools of blue

ocean

pierced with

black-and-white surety,

laughter trills

spilling

–lyrical as birdsong. . .

Moves into autumn

–mottled

yellows, reds and browns,

fragile and fleeting

and on deck,

drooped with awning

–faded dun–

from years

of sun

–calls falling

into rustling

whisper

of leaves. . .

Passes into winter

–white as

bloodless snow–

drapes drawn

on rheumy windows

too frosted

to see,

layering cold

on top of life

–wisdom

unheard

in

final, muted storm.