Thor's mysteries haunt darkened skies,
Lightning raptures in ambrosial highs,
Fronds spore into new life's glory,
Proudly preserving last years story,
Oaks mighty golden umber hues,
Where webs dance across lucent dews.
Inseminating planet's riches,
Coursing streams Dryad's stitches,
Resting her seed until flesh anew,
Flora she sleeps beneath earthy pews,
Peaceful swaddled beneath the soil,
Nature hibernates from her summer toil.
Winter's chastity bitterly bites,
Shadows cast long cold Autumn nights,
Dead wood flames lit dancing fires,
Winds howl across ghostly mires,
Flakes fall muted upon solid ground,
No movement nor sight or sound
The earth she slumbers dreaming deeply
Laying in wait so meekly
Rains patter amongst damp woody glades
Nursing nurturing viridian shades
Underneath the great timber bowers
Spring will sing welcome showers