~Grateful for Each Season~
I cherish each season, its rhythm, its grace,
Though summer’s thick air I’d rather not face.
Still, butterflies dance and the flowers unfold,
Bees hum through gardens in sunlight and gold.
Fall comes like an old friend, steady and true,
With crisp morning air and skies painted blue.
The trees wear their colors like gowns spun from flame,
And warmth lingers softly, though chill stakes its claim.
Then winter drifts in with a hush and a sigh,
As nature curls up beneath blanket and sky.
Woodsmoke meanders through twilight’s cool breath,
A whisper of comfort, of stillness, of rest.
Spring stirs the silence with blossoms and song,
New buds awaken, where dreams have grown long.
Birds wing their way home from journeys afar,
Their voices like lanterns, their flight like a star.
Through heat and through frost, through bloom and through bare,
I’m thankful for all that the seasons declare—
Each one a chapter, a gift to behold,
A story of life in its colors retold.
(Photo and Poem via Copilot with prompts by me. I wrote all my favorites about each season and asked it to put my words in poetry form. The image I asked for all seasons in one watercolor.)