Harmony of Seasons: Spring
by Peter Menkin

February rains descend,
weigh light upon the land

bringing sparkle, refreshment
needed this season.

The air is clear, lies close against
the season's turn towards Spring

as sense and signs awaken
the sleeper in me: Arise.

I must yield to the rhythm of earth.
Open my heart to mercy for others.

This rain refreshes and aids the call to live;

be swift, my mind,
to gain the harmony of good weather,
a gift for us, this returning and renewal.

Harmony of seasons turning, towards Spring in February
by Peter Menkin

The February rains come down,
light weight upon the land
bringing sparkle, refreshment
needed this season. The clarity
in the air juxtaposes against
the turn of season towards Spring
as the feelings and signs awaken
the sleeper in me, saying arise.

Yield I must to the rhythm of earth,
desiring an open heart to mercy
for others. This rain refreshes
and aids the call to live; be
swift my mind and intellect, gain
the harmony of good weather, a gift
for us this returning and renewal.

Spring has sprung, clocks go forward...

Talking about the weather, we have rain again. Spring is here, it arrived on the 21st of March, yet rain and rain again. This poem is about the Springtime where I live, giving the reader a sense of this place--hopefully.

Holding the moments of creation's good
by Peter Menkin

The season has changed
coming to this small town
in the west, California.
The shadow of the mountain
a sleeping Indian princess lies

there in Tamalpias,
as buds show;
Spring has come, colors
awaken. Our bodies rest
with the pleasantry of aroused
knowledge this earth is good.

Ancient elements of mankind
beckon from the blood and sinews,
a memory that this was a promise
of earth, receiving us with splendor.

In the distance, among hills,
fog rolls over the tops,
and for a while in this world
of strife and evils of war
there is the knowledge
creation is with us, good.