Chromatic Cycle
The colour of Summer is blue;
A sea of bluebells in the wood,
Blue sky, blue sea and blue lake too,
Light breeze, hot sun and all is good.
The colour of Autumn is gold;
A warm glow from the sinking sun,
Shortening days, the year grows old;
Soon frost and fog : Summer is done.
The colour of Winter is grey;
A monochrome landscape. No light.
A dark and drear December day;
Low-lying cloud, continuous night.
The colour of Springtime is green;
New buds on bushes bursting forth.
So restful, calming is this scene,
Nature awakes ! A bright re-birth.
Copyright © Mike Jones | Year Posted 2018
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