A Pi poem for a workshop challenge

Change of Season

Green leaves wave
farewell
from spring's exhausted dancers
retiring.
Trees sway while singing chorus
carried by breezes whose smiles turn to evil snarls
as winter
makes maudlin entrance whipping harsh winds
blowing life asunder in symphony.
Because death is
nature's act two blithely unfolding.
Each year the same, yet we watch again
as though we did not know how it ends.
Because amongst harsh blasts we know well
we live the same, clutching nature's hand, then die
like falling leaves.
 

Copyright 2007 Jo Janoski, Poet Laureate of Pennsylvania™ 2007