Passing of the Seasons

we have these cool plants that take over our backyard, called seedums, and they get pretty when the die (wow, emo). There's a healthy picture to the left.

The cold wind came at Yuletide

and hushed us all to bed, but before we departed

To our frigid Queen we bowed, and laid our blossoms at her feet;

their colours flushed, lime green and pale gold

Collapsing, to take our needed sleep.

 

Her doubtful heart was then awakened

and in shivering blasts she cantered away

trailing her chariot of clay

To hold forever more the beauties we were.

But by Pentecost we were forgotten,

and, thus, rotten.

And she came again,

in lime green and pale gold adorned

to call us to glory in the spring, and pass the dusk and noontide

before our renewed obeisance at Yuletide.