Dogwood blossoms float against
The ice encrusted creek bank
A tender blade of new green grass
Is bravely pushing upward
through the melting snow
The Spring breathes ruffles
through my hair
And whispers softly everywhere
Telling secrets in my eyes
Search the countryside
for your hello
The seasons come the seasons go
Lightning darts among the pines
Caught in a summer rainstorm
Soaking wet I look upon
the new plowed earth
With rivulets between each row
I almost feel you next to me
And it stirs a memory
That hangs suspended with a sigh
And gently weaves its way
through my bedroom window
The seasons come, the seasons go
See the grain lay scattered
In a trail that leads to nowhere
The rustling leaves
beneath my feet
Swirl in a colorful kaleidoscope
A thousand spans of
outstretched wings
Circle briefly hovering
And the swiftly fly away
Leaving me to stay and face
December snow
The seasons come the seasons go
Ice encases blades of grass
Encouraging the wind to pass
And in the frosty morning sun
A field of diamonds beckon
waving to and fro
I stare into the fire a while
Think of you my love and smile
Wishing you were here with me
Sharing the security I know
The seasons come the seasons go