Autumn turns into winter and we slowly try to sleep, and yet this season gives us so many happy memories. As we watch the leaves fall from the trees, and the glory of the autumn colours fade, we must remember that winter too has a beauty of its own. The sight of a frosty morning with the ice sharing a spider’s web, and the grass, a silvery grey is not to be missed. Or the sight of the geese making their way to warmer climates on a dawn sky, gives us such pleasure. Each season brings a beauty and grace entirely of its own. Are we not fortunate to appreciate nature the year round?
One of winters blessings
Silver shadows across the boughs,
sphagnum moss, the forest floor endows.
In the distance, the cry of a deer
the stag’s clash horns; it’s that time of year.
Icy cold wind, that strikes the heart
lovers stumble, never wish to part.
Autumn leaves turn from gold and rust
fallen damp on the ground, left to must.
The colour, vibrant, has long gone away,
no more shadows from the leaves doth sway.
Winter frolics, and a long time until spring
daffodils and bluebells bring blooms that swing.
The cheeky robin comes out for bread,
his beautiful breast of burnished red.
Footsteps glimpsed and left in the fleeting snow.
where they lead nobody knows.
Hot toddy, warm and filled with spice,
the drink that sooths on winter nights.
Soon the sound of children’s laughter,
will suddenly fill the air, but after
Christmas Day has been and gone,
It leaves lost echoes of children, having fun.
For all the seasons bring a special charm,
and leave loving notes, and no fear of harm.
My love for you has been blessed with each year,
but many tears have fallen on ground, not near.
Bless the children who make us smile,
and for the gift of life, that stays a while.
Cherished friends who share our daily load,
beautiful smiles that glitter like gold.
From in the eyes of children, we see our past
love and nature friends at last.
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