Seasons - Poem by jerry hughes
Thunder, lightning, hail and rain.
The wind howls flapping my overcoat
around my knees, as I scythe through
this harshest season.
With the birth of a single flower
others envious follow suit until,
the earth bursts into a symphony of colour.
Evergreens join in too.
Why should they miss out on spring?
Begings with beaches and barbecues.
Girls in bikinis brown as berries,
and just as succulent.
Lads growing beer-guts sucking tinnies.
No matter where you go, flies and mosquitoes.
Colours change from green to gold,
then rustic brown to reddish hues.
Time to hibernate as sap falls,
waiting impatiently to regenarate.
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