Bloom of Youth, Gone to Seed
In spring I am the babe
Nestled in a flowerbed
A sprout of creation released into the world.
In summer I am the maiden
Adorned with white dress and floral crown
Ripening fruit in the noonday sun.
In autumn I am the mother
A belly swollen, carrying the seed
Giving birth to next season's blooms.
In winter I am the crone
Withering stalk, head heavy with knowledge
Hunched and waiting for winter's end.
Now I am but worm food
Decomposing in the earth
My soul dispersed again.