Poem: Seasons Cycle

I wonder why the world wheels round
and never stops to rest.
I wonder if it makes a sound
in space, as one might guess.
We only see the shifting sky
when days and nights exchange
But colors do not pass us by
in seasons they arrange
The brilliant blue of summer skies
its gold heat shimmering
The verdant lawns and children’s cries
warm nights in starlight glimmering
Red-orange-golden autumn trees
your breath as thick white mist
Back to class in a chilly breeze
faces of friends you’ve missed
Then creeping winter lengthens night
silver etchings with frost
White snow, warm holiday firelight
a cozy sleeper lost
And spring comes green along with rain
gray skies, rainbow flowers
Preparing for the warmth again
through melting, growing hours
The seasons change and seasons go
leaving us in a blink
Leaving us wondering how we know
if time is what we think.