Seasons - James Markels
Gnarled knobs of russet fluttering
With the wind of a harvest hunting
For loose leaves to their rest.
Howling foul weather spitting
Sleet and snow, blanketing branches
With frozen frescos.
Budding blooms of tender life,
Dew smothering the cracked bark;
A stormy resurrection.
Sun slicing through humid mist,
Ivy twining sinewy limbs
For the futility of this time.