Seasoned Fool

summer shines her endless rays
lingering, extending days
how to idle, let’s count the ways
…no time to worry

autumn lets her tresses down
cascading colours all around
draping earth with patchwork gown
…no need to hurry

winter hugs her blanket tight
bunkered down, no care what might
rest awhile, let things be quiet
…no matter the flurry

spring bursts forth with her new bulbs
in full bloom she does behold
promises as yet untold
…but no one’s quarry

each one assures you they know best
yet time stands still at no behest
don’t for one moment be the guest
…of any seasons’ folly

By Sarah ©2024

Ronovan Writes:
Ovi Poetry Challenge, #45 – season

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