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.