I Live For The Seasons Poem by Claire Sanders

When birds take to the sky, and the northern breeze arrives,

I shall know that soon, very soon my time will come,

For here I have sat, surveyed the world and pondered,

Heard spiders twitch upon their silken webs,

Beetles dig and delve into ancient fallen trunks in woodland,

Buzzing of bees and wasps as they grasp on to rays of fading sun,

But when the birds great and small lift their wings,

To set off for southern climes and the heat it brings,

I shall know that soon, very soon, my time will come.

 

When the Blackthorn betrays itself, dutifully blossoms with scent,

I shall know that soon, very soon, my time will have begun,

For here I have lain in deepest slumber dreaming wildly,

Whilst Mr Robin flits from branch to twig,

The bushy tailed squirrels, squirrelled away their nuts,

Red bracken curled and slowly deadened back,

First frost 'pon leaf fine as icy pearls,

And blooms on the Blackthorn, the Holly is come,

And I shall know that soon, very soon my time has begun.

 

When the seasons pass on, from dark to brighter days,

I shall know my day has come, has come to stay,

For I have waited patiently, abated, been hidden behind cloud,

And now tis time for my rays to wake, warm and proud,

I call the birds and creatures for the trees and flowers sake,

Bring forth the green and fleshy buds,

Sweeten grass for beasts and bugs alike to eat,

For merry is Spring, O glory of the Summertime,

And I am here now, our time has begun.