THE HERALD Hello! Do you see? No yet, oh no, but soon – ho! Cold, dark, mean winter!
EDEN Enveloped by green. Golden light, birdsong, warm breeze. Quiet contentment.
OCTOBER Burst of flame, pleading A lifeless gray sky, asking To let in some light.
CYCLE Look! I’ll be gone soon… Back to where I came, to sleep – Until I return.
GOLD Scurry draws the gaze – The Sun’s favorite among trees, Crowned in golden light.
LEAF PEEPERS Audible gasp, “Oh!” Vibrant colors! Reds! Orange! Joy before the cold.
YANKEE SUMMER So scarce, fleeting here. Bursts of green; long, golden days. Warmth not long to stay.
NOCTURNAL Piercing the silence, Through the open window a Howl; nature intrudes.
WOOD SPRITES Dappling sunlight. Winding, rocky path; only Alone can I hear.
INSPIRATION Long walk, quiet place. With only sounds of nature, Where ideas flow.