As seasons change

The cold winter moon hovering,
we all share her, all brought together.
She is a goddess, overlooking the running river.
Stream struggling to escape, from its confined prison,
slowly gathering speed, flowing away to an ocean.
The grasslands swayed forcefully by the winter wind,
but by spring,
absolutely lavish and free of domestication.
In spring, when the flowers bloom without end,
as each passing day reveals life crowded.
No more cold dark nights, expanded illumination,
early sun rise, expanded imagination.
As raindrops turn to rainbows, as sprinkles of water magnify the blazing sun.
A ray of light revealed at nature's touch,
to encompass earth with nature's tarp.
As the rain settles and warmth is birthed,
summer shows its heated worth.
Burning rays and waves feeling like a curse.
Running to tight crevices to hide from the light,
the cool winter river melts on sight;
as mother nature continues to meditate, ever so quietly.