When Seasons Come to Call
- Naomi Cohen

- Apr 18
- 1 min read

This is the kind of weather poets write about
And Lovers dream and frolic about
When spring, excited for summer soon to come
Is filled with the sound of birds chirping,
The soft breeze blowing as the leaves rustle gently in the trees
Tenderly singing to the flowers
waiting for their time to bloom
This is the season of change
Ushering in summer, the season
Of play,
Hot and passionate
Joyous and warm
Filled with sunshine and happiness
The season of freedom will be next to call
When summer dances off to welcome fall.
And let us not forget
The great season
Of reflection,
Introspection
And hibernation
When all tuck in
To hide from winter
Coldly blowing in.
And wait, once again, for spring.


