Turns

Summer’s coppered skin of subdued joy,
Shimmering water
Wavering souls
Delirious in noon-time heat

Autumn departs within itself
Chill which rattles leaves like bones
Always, it seems, too early
Though eyes in burrows look fondly

Winter begins a new vow to cohesion
Soft voices trip lightly on untrodden snow
As birds’ toes shuffle on bare branches
Icicles muffle the leaking frost

Spring, stretching from egg of isolation
Petal-limbed to reach wintry peace
Putting to rights the reckless abandon
Of survival in the seasons