Seasons

Seasons

When the wondrous heat of Summer, has begun to fade away,
And the first  great shower of Summer rain, deigns to invade our day.
The petrichor, such fragrant aroma, delights our sense of smell,
And man, woman, and child all know, that everything is well.

When leaves and flowers have gently drooped, and birds less  sing.
’Tis then mens feelings, lightly turn to thoughts  of love, not Spring.
As the dark of night, much earlier, closes in to end our day,
Migrating birds have taken flight, to find warmth  far away.

The rainclouds start to form, the old North wind begins to blow,
It forces in the coldness, that predicts the fall of snow.
Then Christmas songs resound around the shops in every town,
And money is spent on presents, so that no-one gets let down.

Then soon, that Christmas cheer is gone. and Wintertime sets in,
With chilly New Year winds, with frost and snow it all wears thin.
Iced up windscreens, iced up locks, and cars that fail to start,
Sliding your car to work, has now, become a work of art.

But it’s not a time to be depressed, it won’t last, very long,
Spring will be here very soon, with birds all in fine song.
The land will fill with lovely sights, of flowers and leaves anew,
With landscapes well bedecked with flora, all of wondrous hue.

The land will glow with Spring delight, the sun will shine so bright,
Getting stronger every day, then comes the shorter night.
With Spring rains gone and smells afresh, life is great it’s plain,
As the land warms up and people too, Summer’s here again.

Michael J Hill © February 2020