Seasons
Watch the garden grow, the flowers bloom,
the trees sparkle, laden in pink blossom.
The dew dropped grass, the clear, sunny morns,
Hear the nightingale's beautiful, spring call.
Sunscreen at the ready, sand baked between toes.
Sandals, bikinis, hats sprawled upon the beach.
Dipping in the icy sea, a kayak through the caves.
Surfing at sunrise then fishing for a fry up.
The whisp of autumn's breeze, a flurry of orange.
Crunching leaves in wellys, hunting for chestnuts.
Sunsets dazzling their natural firework display,
Over fields of corn, soon harvested and rolled.
Sniffles in the cold wind, hankies at the ready.
Nights spent cuddled by the log fire in pjs.
Families unite to play indoors on colder nights,
singing songs to mark the turning of new year.
05.09.2020
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