A Calendar

Winter:
Inside the embers glow in the grate
While the garden quietly suffocates in snow.

Spring:
The ice is melting!
The snow forgets what the birds remember,
A living root dispels December!

Summer:
The heat disfigures the soil.
The sun glares angrily
Till the clouds sweat tears.

Autumn:
Summer is over,
The moon strips the trees of leaves
And paints their bark with silver starlight.

poem by John Thorkild Ellison
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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