Seasons 2 Poem by Phil Soar

Though the wind blows in anger
And rain lashes down
The clouds hold their place
And the grass turns to brown
Where the struggles of farmers
Make purpose a doubt
One snowdrop breaks free
And the robin sings out

As the second month struggles
To change into spring
And the greyness just lingers
No time to give in
Turn your mind to the middle of march
And succumb
Though the persistent rain
Makes you feel like your numb

Looking forward to spring
And the daffodils bloom
From stems of just green
To a bright yellow plume
And beginnings of life
Burst their buds and break out
Doesn't that sight
Just mean that you can shout?

Welcoming seasons
And the year now begins
Cheering up nature
Banishing sins
As colour develops
And everything shines
And the suns in the sky
To brighten our lives