Soft willows lean from spire-tops; winds sweep
Past cavaliers arrayed in green-garbed height;
Rain-polished days, bright-cheeked and fresh from sleep,
Invite the young to Easter hunt's delight.
Fresh energy and puddles magnetize.
Released, the children tumble forth to face
A new world, shining wide to fill their eyes
With wonders freed from snow-locked commonplace.
A Boy of rain-bright skies and budding streams
Instructs, aware that temple dazzle pales
Beside the sun's new-breaking dawn that beams
A Child to see for age whose vision fails.
Spring skips ahead to bloom's full finery
And sings its glory's pink vitality.

Summer

Hungry days beam wide to draw within
The arms of dawn and dusk all hours in reach;
Their minutes hoard the sun in bronze-toned skin
And bulge with golden life packed tight in each.
Sun's honeyed radiance enrobes full flowers
And glistens treasures to untiring bees;
Soft kernels fill and firm in silken towers;
Rich-burdened streams flow towards receiving seas.
Sun-warming smiles on sandy roads surround
A dusty Teacher handing hills of bread
To harvesters encircled on the ground
To gather strength for heavy grains ahead.
Fruit strains against green-shading bonds to free
Its captured golden sun's intensity.

Autumn

Smoke idles aimlessly among the golds
Or wind bites viciously with cruel control
At splashing hues. The last leaf grimly holds
A dying end, but falling boasts a goal.
The autumn glow triumphs success, then browns
And drops its weathered hands, content. The hands
Tell all: read in the somber palms that towns
And senses fail, but death's attainment stands.
The hands tell all. A Teacher's Hands inform
With red-pierced eloquence of lifework's cost;
Above the watching class they speak of warm
Life smashed to splendored color by the frost.
Red-ripened days rehearse a victory
In closing chords of blazing brilliancy.

Winter

Deep stillness hides familiar mysteries
And cloaks a clattering world in peaceful rest
A moment. Morning seeks activities
In vain. Life is suspended; she has dressed
In modest veils, renewing unperceived
Within retreat. She readies for return
From silent cloisters, eagerly received;
Until her step, the guard is taciturn.
White, silent, motionless--a Teacher lives
A chilling lesson, stark enough to stun;
He shows a white-hot light that burns and gives
Cold silence until flowers can meet the Sun.
Warm life beneath cold white throbs quietly--
A waiting silence of expectancy.

Poetry by Dorothy
Original midi "Two Lovers" by Andy Klapwyk