These Are My JOTtings...

The Seasons of Change

The icy roads exuding fluff
of snow's not often show,
Has heard the people say, "Enough!"
Relents to let things grow.

What pansied faces smile at home!
Their once icycled leaves
have vanquished cold's harsh steely tome
with life that no one grieves.

Aromas waft from thyme of late
as parsleys cleanse mouth's scent.
They offer wish that's truly great
as "Season's Greeting's" meant.

The busy bees of pollen's cloud
wear Santa's baggy pants.
The yellow dust lies all about.
New coats on cars from plants.

Grand Whippoorwill proclaims his song
crocheted in descant threads.
His feast of notes enthrall the throng,
a symphony none dreads.

When furnace blast of summer's heat
then singes all things green,
The lambs of pasture's pleading bleet
calls justice for such mean.

What surly monsters be the twins
of clammy lip and hug!
When Summer's days of Mercury rends
the peace we muddy dug.

Bright colored leaves leave balding trees
without some hoped toupee.
The naked limbs make whistling breeze
throughout the live long day.

The coolish temps 'mid twinkling lights
mark winter's grand return
To give us hope through days and nights
that peace has not been burned.

The seasons change in yearly dance.
They jig and waltz and trot!
Some welcome warmth's relief, advance.
Some joy the cooler lot.

by Jay O'Toole
on February 13th, 2018