THE SEASONS
Each season has it’s beauty, that of it’s very own
And in turn some sweet speciality is always shown,
Then the melding when the seasons interchange,
Continuous beauty that covers such a wide range.
I used to have a favourite yet as older and wiser I grew,
I found joy, pleasure and beauty and fond of all I grew.
Many treasures discovered all the whole year through,
As all the blessing of each season came into my view.
In autumn when there are so many different shades
Of every colour, in fields and in grand forest glades,
The deeper red sun reflecting on land. sea and lake,
And the bounties of the earth that we can all partake.
Maybe the dullest time is when fall slowly fades away,
Before winter’s snow falls and glitters in the sun’s ray,
But then winter spreads her pure white gown all around,
And a thousand pictures of beauty can always be found.
After comes joyous spring glad in the brightest green,
The flowers force their way upward wanting to be seen,
The call of the birds returning home with a joyous sound,
And life return quickly where once cold death was found.
It is often hard to separate sweet spring from summer’s heat
As they meld together in one long and overwhelming treat,
The vibrance of life under the warmth of the sun so bright,
A continuing gift of warmth, comfort and some extra light.
When summer fades slowly into the arms of glorious fall
And you think that this goodness could never change at all,
And once again in rejoicing the treasure we willingly gather,
As the birds congregate to fly off to much warmer weather.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 21 April 2006