Ontario

Getting the crops in

Final season of bounty

Autumn arrives in a deciduous county

Colours set to bloom

Forest greens taking on hues

Red, orange and yellow

Purple and white

Resting at your feet

Painting the sky

Scattered on high winds

Falling leaves

Apples to pick

Cycle

Early morning

Idle time

The climbing sun comes at last

Another day dawns in earnest

The summer months go by fast

Flash of fire, then back to dark

Long nights and pitch black skies

Time seems to stretch on in the absence of the light

Static Years

New vistas call to me

I feel drawn beyond the horizon

Tired of all the same places my eyes come to rest

Summer creeps, slips by without notice

Autumn always falling next

Predictability

Wears me thin like my old jacket

Soon the cold

Winter rears its’ ugly head

Back to waiting

Same old dance

Spring rains will come again

Quick Cycle

Somewhere beyond barren trees and brown spans of grass

Colour comes again

Never meant to last

Passing days of Spring

Leading into Summer

Fall waiting in the wings

Then back to Winter slumber

Season blanketed by snow

Stealing all the covers

Half a year in the cold

Middle Weather

The cold rain falls

Wind whips it helter skelter

Change of seasons upon us

Still caught in the grips of winter

March comes hither

In like a lion

Roaring, clawing at windows

Best take shelter

Then, out like a lamb

Strange days on a northern strand

Eyes Ahead

Hollow words to fill the gaps

Passing time on dreary days

The wind howls

Soon comes the rain

Wash away the signs of winter

Look ahead to spring

Birds, bugs, flower buds, all the greener things