Seasons

Seasons Autumn with rustling red and brittle brown, Time weighing heavily as honey oozes; Or as silently as the sun goes down With no birds singing as all nature closes. Winter with gritty grey and creaseless white, Time freezing smoothly as iron pressing; Or as stretched as the morning’s sunlight With sad flowers and fresh blossom dying. Summer with prickly green and crisp yellow, Time endless as a rail track distancing; As long as a slow burning tallow With undergrowth and bursting weeds surging. But spring with cruel growth and fragile rain, Harmonises nature with its refrain.