Date Posted:03:39:03 03/16/08 Sun Author:ZenPoet Subject: (P) Seasons
I see snow falling through the trees
The art of old man winters freeze
It's beauty brings me sweet release
A wonder that shall never cease
But all this beauty has it's price
For winter wields a sword of ice
It pierces down into the bone
And chills you till your blue in tone
But not all beauty's bought with pain
For all can dance in summer's rain
Or in a misty dawn of spring
But none of them are beauty's king
To me the fairest of them all;
The rainbow rain of leaves in fall
