Seasons

What could be more transcendent
Than the mood of a winter night
Stark and lonely in dormant beauty
Shadows dancing to the moonlight What could be more bewitching
Than the mood of a spring night
The beautiful call of the whip-o-will
Watching the twinkle of stars so bright What could be more enchanting
Than the mood of a summer night
Wafting aroma of honey-suckle
Flickering fire-flies such a delight What could be more serene
Than the mood of an autumn night
To see the gallant man-in-the-moon
Flirting with Venus as he wanes from sight

by V. Jane Brummitt

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I love this poem, it reminded me of NJ, and playing ice hockey..