©  Jeanne E. Webster



Gentle rains sprinkled their drops

Upon your seeds of infancy.

You burst forth in perfect rapture

Richly garnished with velvet greens.


Rays of sun soothed your bosom;

You glistened with vibrant displays.

Mature and strong were your gestures,

Justifying your chosen plan.


Rustling in with cool dry breezes

Autumn disturbed your finest glory,

Fading away your majestic beauty,

Leaving you aged, crinkly and grey.


Abruptly entered cold harsh winter

Embellishing the role you played.

Swathing you in pure white finery

For services rendered…


Such are the seasons and I.