This poem was written in memory of my daughter Ava, who left this world too soon according to me, but God had allowed me to have her for almost thirty years before he took her to paradise awaiting the second coming of Jesus Christ: and for that I am grateful.

THE FIFTH  SEASON

There is winter, spring, summer, and fall

and then there is the most beautiful season of all

Ava

Winter is so very cold It is light, bright, and white with snow

It turns blue when lit by the moons glow

Spring is so colorful as the flowers are all abloom

she erases all of winters gloom

Summer is just so hot and sticky

and though the liveliest of seasons sometimes it can be just plain ol' icky

Fall in all its glory

is the last of the yearly season, and prepares us for another story

It is when the leaves from the trees though pretty fall dead to the ground

and when walked upon make a crisp, crackly sound

it is the time when everything goes to sleep

It is when we say our prayers and ask God, "our souls to keep"

And then there is the season of Ava, she entails all the qualities of winter, spring, summer, and fall

this makes her the most beautiful season of all

she was a winter's storm

she was the springs weeping willow

she was the summer's sun

she was falls golden leaves that fell from the trees

the birth and death of this season knocked me to my knees

Ava, the fifth element, the fifth season if you please

©2013

Cheryl D. Craig-White