Change
Category: Blog
Twelve months of endless sunshine or constant cold and rain? Neither thanks. Luckily the UK has been issued with four seasons.
CHANGE
The trees have lost their snappy clothes, discarded wet upon the ground
Gold and russet waved goodbye, reveal a grey in transit sky.
Decoration swept away.
Winter arrogant and strong, no promises of colour here
Everything is cold or cosy, you understand no compromise
Red faces laugh as fires glow, while frozen hearts die in the snow.
You’ve stolen half the day.
Celebrations soon forgot; the season has become a chore
Dreams of shrouded days emerge as expectation starts to mount
Life, come feed and paint the scene, I’m tired of winter cold and mean.
You’ve suddenly grown old.
New shapes rise as life appears, youth replaces hopelessness
Spring, a season I can smell, punctual yet awe inspiring
Suddenly it’s hope that leads, nature’s young serve different needs.
Questioning and bold
It seems an age or two that’s past, since I felt the suns’ caress
Will summer ever warm the wind and dry the fields of sodden grass
Life is ripe it’s time to lie beneath the sun in clear blue sky.
A dream of softer weather
Summer, healing, here at last, never uninvited comes
Ever friendly and relaxed, the countryside is full and free
Overcoats and bitter days seem a million miles away.
Afternoons that last forever
Another blink and Autumn falls, the sap is in its’ last retreat
And now the summer disappeared, I can’t let go it’s gone too soon
Leaves once fleshy, green and strong are brown and struggle to hold on.
It’s Time for change
