Seasonal

Spring

A label for an ancient thing

I fight away the limerick.


Will water pour to nurture

Or drown out all the life


Is this when our fortune starts to turn?


Tertiary to those more defined.

Not warm enough and without blazen colors.


Who's left to seek  the subtle?


The germination, without notice, gives rise.

The greenest green and warmest water

Later to be coveted


Alas, no tribute to the Spring


Children know the summer's sun

The January snow

The Spring

Elements

Three letters

Two vowels and a consonant

 

It’s a combination

Most think of it as one thing

But it isn’t

 

Part is necessary and part is poison.

Most of the constituents burn.

 

When moving, it loses vowels and gains quantity

We only notice when our hair blows and our windows rattle

 

They are one and the same.

With motion comes power and significance.

Once air, now wind.