Winter: <br />Inside the embers glow in the grate <br />While the garden quietly suffocates in snow. <br /> <br />Spring: <br />The ice is melting! <br />The snow forgets what the birds remember, <br />A living root dispels December! <br /> <br />Summer: <br />The heat disfigures the soil. <br />The sun glares angrily <br />Till the clouds sweat tears. <br /> <br />Autumn: <br />Summer is over, <br />The moon strips the trees of leaves <br />And paints their bark with silver starlight.<br /><br />John Thorkild Ellison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-calendar/
