Poets have said beauty lasts but a season I disagree for in this rhyme lies my reason In every time and every way does beauty hold sway from deepest crackling cold of mid-winter night to summer's display of Nature's vibrant glory and uncanny delight
Spring is a time of renewal and procreation ice melts and ground thaws in burgeoning expectation up the trunks of majestic trees life will creep as Nature's children awaken from long winter sleep Budding branches split with the hesitant green of new born leaves returning birds sing a song serene accepting vernal promise and winter's reprieves
Colors explode with rapturous abandon in High summer's heat from wildflowers in full bloom tinting the air with sweet scents of Mother Earth's own perfume Burdensome fruit drag down blackberry canes spicy earth scents the air after warm summer rains butterflies and dragonflies add a touch of faerie dancing across the skies while cicadas hum and chipmunks make merry
Summer color pales before Autumnal finery that prevails in cloaking the world in vibrant hues Banshee winds howl the news to Nature's waiting ears that fatten for their long sleep between passing years in dens dug safe and deep Birds migrate south obeying fate and instinctive call rushing ahead of first snowfall
In winter bare limbs reach into the sky like skeletal fingers desperately grasping at reasons why Crystal clear nights provide awesome sights from Northern Lights to stars arrayed like diamonds displayed glittering with wonder so profound that hardened hearts are torn asunder with winters snowy and cold arts Solitude speaks volumes in dead winter's echoless tombs muffled by snow and icy airflow
These then are my reasons for claiming beauty in all seasons and swear it falls not to decay I see such as both pride and duty to relay the beauty we hide with garish technological display
I too agree that there is beauty in every season. Great work, I especially loved the verse on fall.
~*Like a lion, without fear of the howling pack, Like a gust of wind, ne'er trapped in a snare, Like a lotus blossom, ne'er sprinkled by water, Let me, like a unicorn, in solitude roam.*~ Hymn Of Buddha