Another one of John’s poems from Shorts and Shots.
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.