EARTHBORNE ONLINE POETRY MAGAZINE

SEASONS

The landscape speeds by,

on an interstate dull and dismal,

unchanging,

yet acre after acre,

different shades of yellow,

green, orange and gray,

colors to warm the heart,

if the not eyes,

thoughts of cozy kitchens,

and the smell of baking bread,

trees gray,

empty of leaf,

lonely sentinels standing guard,

watching and waiting,

the return of spring,

beneath the winter snow.