Spring
Soft, in a clean wind,
A bit of rain.
And the scent of lilac.
Summer
A yawning pit
A gnawing relief
I have nothing to do anymore.
Winter
So quiet,
The breath of winter.
Body dwells with soul.
Fall
The oak shivers.
Leaves tremble on the wind.
The sparrows flee from Autumn.
Day
Upon it's morning perch
The lark speaks
And the dawn answers.
Night
Distant burning stars.
In the shadow of the moon
A dog howls.