Poetry – Rolling Year – John Phillips

Rolling Year

 

The land awakens; Nature’s bright domain;

A vibrant, new creation, breaking free,

Whilst birds proclaim that Spring is here again.

 

As Summer sun brings forth lush greenery

In wood and hedgerow, gentle breezes play

Through fields of Barley, rippling like the sea.

 

September sunset, seals the Autumn day

With multi-colours. Flocks of geese arise

To head for southern seas without delay.

 

A galleon-moon sails the Winter skies.

Below, amid a frozen land, remain

Bare trees, which bend to Winter’s bitter sighs.

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