Time And Season Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Flowers and plants
flourished
as they basked and bathed
in summer's warmth;
landscapes became paradise
for butterflies, bees, and nesting birds.
But one season's
bright sunny days
have bowed out now
to cool winds and shadow.
Fall has arrived;
possessed of a unique beauty
all her own
to captivate and mesmerize.
She is the smell of the air
when moisture laden thunderclouds
rumble, crackle, and fight their way
across the horizon.
She is the voice of an old familiar song
that drifts in on the wind,
accompanied by an orchestra
of splats, taps, and bangs
on metal awnings and sidewalks,
splooshes in the streets
gurgles from gutters rushing to drain.
And in each shining puddle and pool
there is a world of reflection...
and a world being renewed.