Seasons Of The Hills
Winter in the Hills can be a wondrous sight,
Gleasoning with the snow looking pure and white.
With splashes of red from the Cardinals dressed in their finery,
Red berries of the Sassafras and Sumac add color to the scenery.
The White Oaks and Poplar dressed in black bark ,rising in grander,
Ice crystals building upon the brooks banks as the waters meander.
Great icicles formed on hillsides rocked walls, sparkling in the suns glow,
And pillars of ice looking like marble from frozen water falls that flow.
Fall in the Hills is more beautiful in the tapestry of colors one sees,
The ranges from yellow, golden, orange, red and scarlet of the trees.
Rustling sounds of Squirrels and Chipmunks as storing their nuts
And golden cornfields and soybeans, before the rains are to be picked
in a hurry.
Fields of Black-eyed-Susan's, Goldenrod,and Queen Anne's lace that
The orange of Falls pumpkins, and in mounds colorful mums are
Falls cool nights and humidity forms mists of fog that arise from
the valley below,
Covering and watering the landscapes, and for dried lawns that
have turned yellow.
Summer in the Hills, rolling in green and its pines greener still,
Bring shade to its gorges, sheltering woodland ferns that grow freely
Mosses now covering rocks that are scattered along crystal clean brooks,
The smell of wild roses and honeysuckle growing upon fences and into
Splashes of color from wildflowers in fields along country roads,
The sounds of the Whippoorwill and Bobwhite, and the croak of the
Lightening bugs lighting over the fields like millions of tiny stars,
The scolding of the Blue Jays building their nest and the songs of
Spring in the Hills is the most amazing season of the whole year,
A time when Winter flows down rocky traces and the first Robins appear.
The mushrooms and the May apples shooting up upon the hillsides,
Blossoms of the Dogwood tree color the woods along with the butterflies.
The grasses and the mosses are greening again, woodlands lacey ferns
Lilac's sweet fragrance fill gentle breezes, along with Sugar Maple seeds whirling.
A time of new beginnings, fresh starts, and from death to new birth,
For there is a time for every season upon this earth.
Happy May Everyone and
Happy Gardening !