Ever Changing Seasons Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

Oh fragrant flowers,
Your petals strewn,
From gusty wind,
On this autumn afternoon.
The leaves are falling thick and fast,
Discarded objects blowing past.
For the hands of nature,
Are working to plan,
Time does not wait,
For any man.
The grip of winter,
Will soon be here,
The first snow will fall,
Then the children will cheer.
With shouts of joy,
As the snowmen appear.
Ever changing seasons,
Natures way,
It's a sure part of life,
Come what may.

Jayne Louise Davies