by Michelle Kafka

Created on: March 26, 2009

Clock Driven Seasons

I started to say

Opening my eyes to better view the unfolding of a spring morning.

Nature's debut finds it's inner voice as the sparrows sweetly sing to me upon the coloured branch. The excited earthworm crawls and wiggles at my foot eager to burrow new tunnels for the upcoming year.

My country backyard bonfire bursts into spark warming still cold, sleepy squirrel and fox.

The Van Gogh sky stretches and yawns revealing tear drop clouds, sailing ship clouds, long licorice, and cotton candy clouds.

Leaves soon green with envy,

roses soon red with blushing, fresh babies born.

Spring scrambles to put together its' masterpiece.

I started to say

Opening my eyes to better view the unfolding of a summer morning.

Nature's debut finds its' inner voice as summer brings warm southerly winds, fishing and sun tanning upon the sand.

Lilacs laugh, snails play hide-and-seek, thunderheads roar in like the buffalo herd, bringing welcoming showers.

Frogs and bugs come out to wink and frolic.

The Van Gogh sky stretches and yawns revealing sand-pail clouds, pinball machine clouds, birthday cake clouds, sandal clouds, and sunglass clouds.

Picnics by the lake blossom.

Old-fashioned ice cream is dressed up smart on the tongue.

Seaside vacations calm the ox-wagon of stresses.

Parades, flags, and fireworks tootsie-wootsie all over the nation.

Burgers, chops, and dogs, sizzle and snap on barbecues.

Water guns and beach balls delight children while grandmas and grandpas sit in rocking chairs on porches reading, knitting, playing guitar, carving, and sipping lemonade.

Summer scrambles to put together its' masterpiece.

I started to say

Opening my eyes to better view the unfolding of an autumn morning.

Nature's debut finds its' inner voice as brightly lit leaves begin to dim.

The herons cry, the geese put on their autumn cloaks saying goodbye for the season.

Indian summers' goddess lingers on hillside.

Hickory, chestnuts, and acorns abound.

Woolly caterpillars curl up in bed.

Silvery Harvest moon all dressed in her beautiful ball gown glides across the sky's dance floor.

Pumpkins grin and scarecrows twirl in the breeze.

Hosts of shadows cast themselves upon prairie hay bales.

The Van Gogh sky stretches and yawns revealing horn o' plenty clouds, pied piper clouds, pencil and eraser clouds, paperback clouds.

In a collected collage, soldiers pay tribute to fallen friends as they try to improve life's mixed-up condition.

Autumns' duel to put turkey, stuffing, and cranberries on tabletops begins.

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