Winter.
I love winter. Cold wind howling,
snow whirling about frosted panes,
fire flickering in the hearth.
I love how the storms quiets
revealing a frozen wonderland.
Spring.
I love spring. Life fresh as dew
sprouts peak their heads through
decomposing logs. Drip-drip-drop,
a leaking drainage pipe
giving birth to its own universe.
I love how through even the darkest caves
moss still grows.
Summer.
I love summer. A warm embrace
God rays cast their reflections
across vibrant blue-green lakes.
Trees creak to and fro, insects hum,
birds whistle. I love how everything
seems alive, even the rocks themselves
raise their mossy heads to the song of nature.
Fall.
I love fall. Red maned trees
lose their precious locks.
Gilded fields shimmer their final stand
against the roar of mechanical beasts.
I love how laden vines offer their sweet
bounties to give thanks for another year.
Truth.
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, an endless cycle.
Life, Death, Happiness, Sorrow, an unchangeable circle.
What is endless but not infinite? Quantifiable
Yet if you look past the veil, unquantifiable?
Circles are a sublime shape, yet a sphere,
Is chaos incarnate, for that is life.
Ok, drop the mic. This is the first poem? I can't wait to see what's next. Great job!