Four Seasons

poem by: Tony Matthews
Written on Jan 06, 2017

These are the Four Seasons,
See them, hear them, touch, taste and smell them.
Our world, ever changing,
These are the Four Seasons.

Spring,
The Vernal Equinox is here, 
Those that were sleep, 
The hibernation ends.
Early to rise, joy and surprise, early birds singing the breaking of lights dawn, 
The crisp mornings, dew and light mists settled.
Days become warm, longer is the light,
Looking upon flowers like a sea of beauty and colour, 
Blooming, blossoming, trees full and green.
The worlds surround, giving birth to life,
Beautiful is the new born lamb
New dawn, new life,
Mother nature holds many powers,
Soon it is time for the April showers.

 
Summer,
Solstice is here,
The longest day of this year.
Not a cloud to be seen, blue skies throughout,
Life’s Spring is matured, lazing in heat,
Lifting people’s mood a great outlook on life,
Leaving our troubles rendered obsolete.
Schools are out, done for the year,
Beaches are swarming, the people holidaying and burning.
Hot are the days, sleepless the warm nights.
Tired is the heat I feel a yearning, where is the Fall?

Autumn,
The Fall is here.
Flowers sleeping, starved of the light the days grow short,
The trees evergreen will not succumb, the remaining leafs, oranges, yellows and browns, deciduous trees are these, true to autumn, true to the fall.
Gather the nuts, gather the berries,
Hibernation for some, winter is coming.
The darkness looms, earlier and closer, 
Feelings of cosy with a nip in the air, warm clothing and blankets for all to share,
The summers end is upon us, and Samhain it is known.
A warming house does now set the tone.
But,
To ghosts and ghouls, and kids and teens,
What the end of summer really means, scary costumes, chocs and sweets, to trick or treat,
It’s Halloween.

Winter
Is here, the end of the Fall,
The Winter Solstice, the shortest day of all.
Trees and plants say no to grow.
Hibernation for some, migration for all, this is what happens at the end of the Fall,
Crisp cold air, the clear starry night.
Cold and white, the snowing arrives, watching where you step, beware all’s frozen, watching out for the ice you will be forewarned,
The freeze upon us, we love wrapping up warm.
Cosy by the fire with those we want near,
A time for reflection, 
A time for family. 
All frenzy and fun, out late night shopping,
Wrapping then swapping it’s all about giving.
The love that is shared may have only one price,
Santa is coming, 
Were you naughty or nice?
Merry Christmas!

These are the Four Seasons,
See them, hear them, touch, taste and smell them.
Our world, ever changing,
These are the Four Seasons.

 

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Piya Paul Mudgal commented:
Beautifully picturised
Tony matthews commented:
Thank you Piya

 

 

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