summer settles
a golden bear to slumber,
bees lost to darkening etherlike secret prayer -
summer faces her fate with grace
winter hovers
on the precipice -
concise indigo sky
punctured by stars of ember
and moon, a silver scythe
winter hesitates
stunned by insolent leaves
and seductive bonfires,
enthralled by tender deer
and the fox that is autumn
this is the season loved best
by poet, shaman, and farmer -
this is the brisk jig
before the deep sleep
by k.j. o’shea
