With thanks to Jim Hamp for the first two lines of the first and last verse.
Songs of the Seasons
Circles and cycles and songs of the seasons,
And rhymes without reason, and words with rhymes.
Slowly we spiral through the violet conundrum,
Weaving our pattern through time.
Litanies of power never spoken in silence,
Bind us together as seasons are bound.
Lovingly, longingly cycles surround me,
Leading me on with their sound.
Symbols of change all fall fast around me,
Decadence increase as summertime fades.
Soft beams of silver fall all around me,
While golden shadows are lost in the shade.
The stars of the heavens are all disappearing,
Fading so quickly as seasons roll on.
Earth sleeps around us as we pass unknowing,
We are the real sleepers at dawn.
A riot of colors call out before me,
Unhearing, I heed without knowing.
The song's speed increases, anticipation surrounding,
It beckons me on without slowing.
Finally the silver gives into the gold,
Golden shadows emerge from night.
I stand exulted, it falls all around me,
Warming me with a new sight.
Circles and cycles and songs of the seasons,
And rhymes without reason, and words without rhymes.
Slowly we spiral through the violet conundrum,
Weaving our pattern through time.
