The Four Seasons
THE FOUR SEASONS
Spring is the season that many love best
Of things to come and thoughts of the worst gone
With many an old favourite plant reappearing now
And a great deal to ponder over and to select, perhaps to buy
A new freshness in the air for all to feel and enjoy
Summer we find the heat that’s graved by all
Delicious smells of the wood smoke of the barbeque
Competes with the fragrance of the most beautiful flowers
Colours so varied in the garden, flags, awning’s and chairs
What such a delight to sight and senses we have
In autumn the colour palate changes again
To gold, red and brown and the many stages in between
A delight to the artistic eye, along with beautiful a sky
Evenings grow cooler and we wish they would not
And though we know it’s about to change we would rather it not
Winter comes in with quite a shock, rain and wind and many a gale
It grows so much colder, so snuggle around the fire under the comfy blanket
Roasting ourselves and toasting the crumpets for our tea
But the one bright and happy thing in this season is Christmas
Brining many a dreamy smile and happy laugh in this blustery time of year
7-4-2016
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