Seasons

By Deborah Layton

Spring is here in all her splendour.

Colours all washed together, as if in a blender.

Welcome to longer days, 

Where we sit in the sun and laze.

Then the rain begins, softly falling, cleansing the air.

The trees are budding, sprouting, no longer bare.

The hot summer sun blazes overhead, 

As we wade in the icy cold river bed.

Drinking cold drinks, nibbling on ice chips.

Long days, and even longer road trips.

Laughing children happiy at play, 

Enjoying every minute of this warm day.

As Summer turns to Fall, the leaves dance in the wind.

Settling softly, like butterfly wings.

Hues of green, orange, yellow and red.

Fall flowers blooming in the flower bed.

Some grass still green in the distant field,

Call the animals to come to feed

Skies are blue with wisps of white,

The colours of fall, seen in the light,

Flowers droop slightly in the waning sun.

Soon,no more butterflies, sitting there just for fun,

They will fly away to warmer places,

Seeing new flowers, and new faces.

Fall invites Winter, who promptly heeds the call.

Was it just yesterday, we were shopping in the mall?

The geese take flight, in formation, to go South. 

It’s getting colder, there is no doubt?

But the snow and ice, have a beauty of their own,

Who ever said that?.....Author unknown!

Twinkling on the grass on a moon lit night,

Cold, fluffy,and so very light.

The trees will be bare of their leaves.

We will all be wearing long sleeves.

Making snow people, and snow balls,

Sticking out our tongues as the snow falls.

Hot chocolate, and other warm drinks,

Ice forming on our lashes with every blink.

Cozy blankets keep us warm,

Warding off the cold of the heavy storm.

Dark, cold nights will turn into warmer days.

Where we’ll feel the warmth of the sun’s rays.

Buds, grass, leaves come back anew, 

And the cold days ,are now, oh so few.

By Deborah Layton

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