Sky clouded and morbid blue <br />with cracks for the sun to shine through. <br />Fields barren and dead <br />with leaves turning from green to red. <br />Birds on high winging south <br />as rivers flow from its mouth. <br />Sun shines a light of cold on the <br />ground as autumn approaching us surrounds. <br /> <br />The leaves of orange and red mould where they are blown <br />as upon us winder begins to grow. <br />After a while comes a white blanket of snow <br />covering everything that will grow. <br />The nights get long <br />and the winter winds blow strong. <br />Everything is frozen fast <br />and in this wintry waste, none must trespass. <br /> <br />Overnight comes the warmth of a rearing sun <br />bringing with it the spring, <br />life to every living thing. <br />Trees and flowers bud, bloom, <br />and around the corner summer begins to loom. <br />As everything, turns’ smiling around <br />there is heard in the wind loves sweet sound. <br /> <br />Then with sunsets beautiful, but not rare <br />we can tell summer is in the air. <br />Flowers in full bloom spread multicolour around <br />as small creatures scamper on the ground <br />under the sun profound. <br />All the mysteries that summer does involve <br />will soon be gone as the seasons again revolve. <br /> <br />Date Unknown. (Early 1970’s I think)<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-works-the-seasons/
