Seasons Change

Amber golden russet hues

every season something new

gleaming chestnuts, acorns galore

plenty for the squirrels store.

Rushing racing river high

deep blue frosty winter sky

skeletal branches shadows cast

exuberant dogs running past.

The yellow of a primrose bud

and indigo of a fairy hood

nothing shouts spring like a bluebell wood

the rhododendrons just awoke

covering the walk with a purple cloak.

Sunlight slivers shining down

on shallow water earthy brown

picnic benches full once more

children splashing on the shore

the robin never far away

hoping for some crumbs to stray

singing from it's branch up high

another season passes by.

By: Annamaria, Age 59, Dublin

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