Seasons
Spring is nature's morning when
everything starts anew;
Buds appear and grass is green,
sparkling with the dew.
Summer is the afternoon with beauty
from the sun;
Flowers in gowns of glorious colour
smile til day is done.
Autumn and the coloured leaves
are evening's sunset,
Painting a landscape against the
sky where pinks and mauves are met.
Winter is the night, and rest,
completing nature's circle;
The silver moon and glittering
stars are backed by winter's purple.
And so the world is blessed with
seasons, each with a gift of its own;
Nature keeps on turning them -
life as we have known.
Joan Adams Burchell
(copyright)
