The new season begins

The bees are buzzing in the wind
the trees are tangling right along with them.
All of the green grass blazing
in the sunlight sweet as honey.
While I wake up with the fire-lit clouds
as the birds bring a new sweet song
I feel flattered as the new season
awakens a beautiful warm breeze.
I love a wildflower blooming its
unique blossoms, but most of all
a dreamy midday shower of rose petals
raining upon my shoulders.
When the sun sinks into the horizon
of clouds and city buildings I dream
of dancing meadows. Looking at the
late sunset and early sunrise I can
only imagine a season of lovely songs
with a short night of comfortable dreams.
The new season begins.