Air floral scented,
Birdsong conversations,
Carried on the gentle breezes of Spring
Blossom pastel,
New shoots of vivid green,
First emergent butterflies yellow taking wing
Blue heavens Winter’s greys replacing,
A fresh brightness,
Joy and uplifted hearts to bring
Padre
grey morning struggles
awake to the robin‘s song
his solo voice masked
chorused by arrivals fresh
meld in harmonies of spring
Padre
frostless
damp fallen leaves becoming loam
chilly but far from cold
a grey new year
dreary
Padre
It is January but apart from an early cold-snap a month ago it is chilly, damp, and dreary in East Anglia. No Victorian snow-scape nor deep frost so far this year, but rather relentless drizzle, rotting leaves and greyness to drive us indoors.
Is there a rhythm to the seasons,
A pattern of things keeping beat?
Blooms of the spring-tide and warm summer’s green
By autumn’s colours replaced, while awaiting winter’s sleet
It seems to me less than musical
But rather more of a frantic race
Each season jockeying for position
Seeking a momentary trophy to win
But it is a victory far from lasting
As the competition elbows in
Padre
Sudden downpouring
Early Autumn’s stark warning
Dark skies letting loose
Padre
September now dawns
Season changes to bring
Soon leaves will turn colour
Signalling Autumn in full swing
So goodbye to sweet sunshine
Summer holidays at an end
Saddening children – school to attend
Padre
It’s the time of year to put Spring in your step
It’s because of the puddles that make your feet wet
Knees are lifted incredibly high
To avoid the puddles and keep your shoes dry
Padre
April showers bring May flowers
A sure sign that its Spring
The Wellies come out
For puddles no doubt
The showers also will bring
Padre
After days of deep freeze there has come a thaw
The snow is gone and that’s not all
For rain is falling and the sky is grey
We’re back to Autumn or it looks that way
Fallen leaves are now a muddy loam
Making it slippery on the walk home
Padre
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