Nature's Carnival
By Buzby
Brown and gold and russet red the green leaves gone, the summer’s fled. Autumn gently sidles up drops the fruit from summer’s cup. As autumn’s winds begin to blow summer’s flowers cease to grow. Squirrels gather nuts to store and bury them ‘neath forest’s floor. Leaves curl up, fall down to earth, unseen buds await rebirth. Soon autumn’s rain is winters snow; summer’s rivers cease to flow. Winter comes without a care, lays snowy arms on branches bare. Frozen by an icy hand no sign of life in winter land. Soon from slumber spring awakes; gives back the life that winter takes. Warming sun and soothing rain help summer’s flowers grow again. Blossom decorates each tree and all around, new life to see. Her job well done spring bids farewell, now summer comes, her tale to tell. Sunny fingers stroke the land rivers swell beneath her hand. Ripened fruit and buzzing bees she smiles her warmth on all she sees. For briefest moment summer reigns - then autumn winds rise up again. Written November 20th, 2001 © on Nov 20 2001 06:44 AM PST 0 • 10
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