SEASONAL HUES

White and black for winter, barren and often unloved

Every season wears its favourite coat, in various hues

Bare trees that do wonder what they must have done

Under grey and misty skies, temperatures set to stun

As if it’s a kind of death, that few people will choose

The bitter wind prompts us to be scarved and gloved

A green emergent spring, when hope finally returns

Eagerly bursting from the ground, focus on growth

Another season for life, with no more recuperation

Building upon all those cold months of preparation

Trees with new leaves that are happy, as are both

Shoots reach up to a blue sky, free of all concerns

A glorious yellow summer, as the sun shines all day

Flowers in full bloom, branches dripping with fruit

As this bountiful season of contentment is created

Long days and bright dawns are eagerly anticipated

Nearly ready for harvesting, but the dates are moot

But just like all the seasons, it has rules it must obey

Red and gold for autumn, when leaves begin to fall

A chill in the air reminding all that warmth is done

A gentle year’s end once again has turned out right

All the colours of the seasons making a pretty sight

Misty mornings mean the year-end race will be won

For nature’s beautiful hues, it’s a season liked by all