The Four Seasons Poem by Christopher Tye

The Four Seasons

Slowly life begins again,
Petite snowdrops the first sign of spring,
Regal daffodils growing in spring sunshine,
Increasing life as orchards start to bloom,
New life springing out all over,
God's gift to the world each year a new start.

Sunshine on long summer days,
Uplands bathed in golden hues,
Midsummer showers reviving lush greenness,
Magical moonlight peering through orchards,
England's green and pleasant land at it's finest,
Rural farms glowing with golden fields.

A chill in the air as leaves fall,
Under cover of darkness Jack Frost makes his first visit,
Turning shades of brown and red trees know the time of year,
Under the trees fallen fruit for the next generation of life,
Mellowing colours in the countryside,
Now everything is slowing down ready for winter.

Wind blowing in cold fronts,
Ice forming overnight as temperatures fall
New snow glistening in the winter sun,
The ground laying fallow under the blanket of snow,
Evergreens giving homes to wildlife,
Rural villages looking beautiful as they are snowbound.

By Christopher Tye