Where does the dream of springs ending begin to be summers awakening in lush and fertile unfolding forth the birth of all things new to fill the earth, mind and soul with hope of harvests dawning fullness that bares the earth to the kiss of frosty dreams of winters embrace when opening her arms to enfold the endless desires of spring?
Ah, the cycles of changing scenes & desires which make up the Landscape of our lives! How well you have captured the everchanging-always distinctive seasons in a thoughtful and inquisitive way. This is a lovely poem, with the imagery serving your purposes well. Write on sweet poetess! David