Whiling Away The Seasons Poem by Sheri Green

When the Summer heats descend
Upon the fields that wind and wend
Many shall be the days we spend
Wading the waters at the river's bend

And when the Autumn's golden leaves
Fall prey to the mighty winds that reave
We shall find a small reprieve
Strolling the fields of barley sheaved

Then when the Winter's cold and gray
Hangs heavy over the snows array
Beside the hearth we shall stay
To keep the bitter chill at bay

So when the Spring comes round anew
Admist it's many splendid hues
I will declare my love for you
And hope that you so love me too