Whispers of the Turning Year

 

Spring arrives on quiet feet,
With petals soft and skies so sweet,
A tender green on branches bare,
And hopeful songs in gentle air.

Summer follows, bold and bright,
With golden days and longer light,
The hum of bees, the laughter free,
Warm sunsets melting into sea.

Autumn drifts in amber grace,
Painting time with a softer face,
Leaves like fire fall one by one,
A fading echo of the sun.

Then winter comes in silver still,
Frosted fields and silent chill,
The world asleep in crystal white,
Dreaming softly through the night.

And as each season takes its turn,
The earth reminds, we live, we learn—
That change, though quiet or profound,
Is life’s own rhythm, circling round.