THE CELESTIAL AMPHORA

THE CELESTIAL AMPHORA

Woodlands of bare trees like ballerinas poise

Icy serenade of crystalline snowflakes add to our joys

North winds are frosty, yet snowfall shows me her beauty

Transient frozen lake bounce off each nascent sunray

Even as I snuggle into warm duvets, I can't help but dream of summer hats

Robins are the only splash of red under a dove grey sky, memories of summer linger as the days go by.

Skies are bluer and the grass is greener, early morning light rings in chirps and chatter

Parade of blooms and chorus of birds, the colours deepen with change in season

Rain-washed empyrean and lushness of trees, give way to golden rays and fragrant breeze

Iris, daffodils and pansies of every hue, there are tulips, buttercups and bluebells too

New leaves sprout in the March air, it is the blush of every flora; a resplendent fare

Gentle spring sun banishes gloom and chill to memory, vivid petals dance to glory.

Sunlit meadows and cornflower-blue sky; every flower is a masterpiece, the bees will swear by

Under a perfect azure dome, we dream and laze; bicycle races and dreams we chase

Myriad flowers and fruits ripen, it's time for picnics the evenings take longer to darken

Mountain hikes and beach strolls are all done

Evergreen trees around, we pitch our tents and go stargazing before the night is gone

Remembering my childhood when every goldenrod was a magic wand, I'd trade anything to go back to something so fond.

Although summer nods her sleepy head and takes a bow

New pallette is created where every leaf is a flower now

Daylight is shorter, but dreams are infinite; in the candlelight they are a golden flicker.

Foliage of fiery russet, scarlet and amber

Autumnal songs are here with lullabies for slumber

Like rainbow tears the trees shed leaves

Lustrous autumn her harvest in abundance brings.

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