Poem -

THE FOUR SEASONS

THE FOUR SEASONS

Nature's wisdom created the seasons
Each so different and yet stunningly beautiful
Each in its own way
She  is so wise
Teaching us of the seasons of our life
In living colour and annual repetition
The spring
A time of loving renewal and planting
A time to build our harvest
To create our families
And populate her earth with bounty.
Replacing all that dies in the long winter,

The summer

A time of bounty
Of salad days
Where the warmth of the heavens
Blesses her earth
And the heart is filled with colours
Like the flowers that spill
their sweetness into the night air.
To remind us of the
bounty of a life lived well

The Autumn

That colours the forest gold amber and yellow
In a defiant trees rage of ageing
Pushing their inevitable death
a further day away.
Yet the cool nights and
The promise of winter winds.
chill all living things
and the knowledge of the end
of all seasons become stronger.

The Winter

Its cold snow and ice
Freezes the skeleton trees
In a desolate landscape of death.
Long cold days and nights
Forget the bounty of the past.

Renewal
then slowly with beads of melted snow
The spring is crying
I am new I am here
I am coming back
I will carry on

And your life
will be renewed by your children
Their flowers are you
Their heritage is yours
They are your immortality.

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