Spring
came,
and they said
Winter died of warmth…….
Now
Summer’s here
and scorched
poor Spring away……
And
so we wait
for Autumn
to
appear…….
And when she comes
she dances madly,
splashing
colours
rich
and deep…….
Red-cheeked,
loud,
she stomps out Summer’s fire…
She laughs and romps
till woodsmoke and October
fill the air……….
She
whirls about
in gusts of wind,
her
dancing faster, wilder
wilder………
till
she must be tamed
by the silence
of
Winter.
Old
Winter………..
Sober, cold, and grey.
Awake once more.
His
bleak face and empty eyes
still her feet
and chill her heart……
She
creeps away
poor Autumn,
Sad, cold and lost.
And Winter stands alone.
Icy, unkind Winter……..
He spreads his mantle out,
his
hard cold hands on all he sees.
And so he stays
Until
he falls asleep,
And Spring peeps out
again……………
