In a wink, spring magics
Endless bouquets of  flowers
From plain brown sleeves.

Summer vibrates warmth,
Stretches luxuriously
Toward rest and freedom.

Fall crunches vivid,
Harvests pies, thanks, disguise,
Sings cool honeyed release.

Winter twinkles paradox,
Promises to wrap us in clean hush
Tied up in playful glee.