Seasons Painting Poem by Matthew Holloway

A landscape, a scene
Only painted in memory
Where once was light and colour
The greenery and the flowers
Reds, blues and yellows
All beneath a brightest blue sky
Now sits colourless empty
As winter takes hold
Yes autumn gave some colour
As leaves turned and fell
Now winter holds firm
As frost paints its masterpiece
Upon the ground and window
Upon our breath rising up
It's a different kind of beautiful
Each season see the same picture
Yet paints it so differently
Now is winters turn