i. spring
the leaves tremble, wind whispering through
a soft blend of emerald
rustling a gentle hello
sunlight presses a gentle kiss
warm, shifting
shadows cast onto the ground below
damp, dusty
unsteady and hungry
yearning carelessly and all too unaware
of the gentle caress of light
ii. summer
the sharp crack of the lighting whip
electric and ecstatic all at once
a white hot jolt
too hot
the creak of a branch, an early warning
rain relentless
a heavy pounding
thrumming, drumming throughout
on edge with
nowhere else to go
but inside
iii. fall
the fire rages, burning the trees from the outside in
rusted ruby, burnt umber
the leaves rustle, a quiet remembrance of a spring long gone
what once was, what could have been
Something shifting, turning underneath the splintering wood
They fall again
and again
and again
trembling in the air, fluttering to the ground
pressed against a lingering sense of warmth
wary of being crushed
iv. winter
a fresh slate
a sheen of ice layered over
the soft crush of snow underfoot
delicate, careful balance on uneven ground
frigid air and a warm release of breath
a delicate cloud of hesitation hangs heavy in the air
before it
floats away