A touch of seasoning
Soft as gossamer, dew fresh, new,
Primrose painted with life anew,
Regeneration breathes in the earth,
Indications of nature's new birth,
Nascent and fragile, burgeoning life,
Glows and grows like a pregnant wife.
Sultry and sated, feted and frazzled,
Under blue sky the parched earth dazzled,
Midsummer madness and trips to the sea,
Melancholy moments and Devon cream tea,
Evenings of torpor, humid and hot,
Radiant sunsets in foreign hot spot.
As the crow follows the plough,
Umber meadows are fallow now,
Time slows down to Autumn's clock
Upland shepherds move their flock
Mist covered mornings and mellow light
Northern birds prepare for flight
White with frost on crystalline trees,
Ice cold winds enshroud and freeze,
Nature sleeps as the Winter bites,
Tedious days and long, dark nights,
Elemental for nature's cycle,
Rapturous, redolent, raucous, vital.
Copyright © John Jones | Year Posted 2020
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