Seasons
A scorching Summer ‘tis a thief of shade
That sears and blisters, all that is exposed,
Relief in Autumns, first cool breath resides
Leaves falling, branches stark a hint provides
Of Winters depth, impending then imposed
With daylight robbed and, frigid scene displayed,
But blessed, the waking buds as new birds sing,
So fresh, so welcome is a newborn Spring!
© Ron Boughton
June 2014
