times of transition

Seasons

The green of spring in festive light
hands over hope and bliss.
Abundant flowers, pink and pure,
display truths not amiss.

The heat of summer, solid sun,
sends beams with jest and joy,
of golden streets in splendid skies
for mankind to enjoy.

This golden path of leaves below,
immerged in deathless sun,
bestows on us a sight too meek,
of what is yet to come.

When hence in winter flakes whirl down,
all glistening on the ground.
Man may reflect on Heaven's touch
that down below he found.

One brilliant day we marvel then
of times passed in that land.
How spring, how summer, fall, and cold,
were signed by His own hand.

It's only then that we may know,
thoughts of eternity
that led us through these earthly paths
His glorious glow to see.