The Season’s Campaign

I. Spring

We burst forth,
crisp green squads
bristling with spears.
We encircle the pond.

II. Summer
Brown velvet plumes
bob jauntily. On command,
our slim, waving arrows
rush toward the sun.

III. Fall

All red-winged generals
desert us. Courage
clumps and fluffs
like bursting pillows.

IV. Winter

Our feet are full of ice.
Brown bones rattle in the wind.
Sleeping, we dream of
seed-scouts, sent on ahead.