layers

layers of clothes
layers of snow
leaves fall before
in layers
as the wind does blow

the rain proceeds and protests
what life has put to rest
a delight, for all to grow.

layers of love,
surrounded by who you know.
nothing ends but starts
like rain, that will eventually flow.

when cold is abound the rain falls hard
making its lovely sound.

starting and startling life
above and below ground.

the colors breathe life like a birthday cutting knife
held steady the seasons change
as our eyes rearrange

on what we knew,
who we knew,
and when we're going to