Four Seasons Poem by Brian Ely

Marching forward into spring
The flowers seem to sing
Birds flying-soaring
The moon's soft white shimmering

Soaking sun in the summer
The flowers sweet odor
Dolphins swimming along the shore
The moon's soft white color

Facing tears now in autumn
The flowers color change comes
Late night owl's pleasant hums
The moon's soft white drum

Hailing warmth now in winter
The flowers close to not shiver
Solid ice soon the river
The moon's soft white quiver