Aware of Spring invading
the weight of life seems lighter.
Flowers do their persuading
to make us see things brighter.
We sense Summer pervading
in moist, trembling air around.
Ducks with youngsters parading,
the season means to astound.
In Autumn rains cascading
the truer self shows: despair
although we were evading.
In Fall we become aware.
( This poem is written in the Celtic poetry form of an Ae freslighe. 🙂 )