Summer
The flowers exuding musty fragrance
The head reeling in woody summer breeze
The brows bearing , squinting
The harsh rays , the body shrivelling
Before the fireball mellows into beautiful hues
Autumn
The granneries filled wary of days ahead
Beautiful now and stepping down slowly
Knowing time to blend in soil
Knowing the time coming
To stay still
Winter
That which is not said
Remain suspended in the mist
Sometimes warmed by the breath
And then turning into drops
Falling warmly on the chest
Spring
And when endless waiting
In eternity ends for a while
The heart of the kernel breaks
Giving away everything that could be held
Knowing everything would return in time
