Seasons Of Savour Poem by Corinne Watt

Tingle my taste buds for it's that season,
To joyfully indulge with adequate reason,

When Winter's gone and sprung has Spring,
Your inner groans can freely sing,
Of strawberries fresh, chocolate eggs,
Cheddar & pickle and barbecued chicken legs.

Summer's heat, our greens are grown,
Salad's colour and crunch are then known,
With ice-cream bars with galaxy coat,
To melt the burning in my throat.

The sun it turns to tangerine,
Peanuts & doughnuts, cappuccino & cream,
As Autumn brings my birthday cheer,
And black forest gateaux ever near.

Then Winter blows in, and this ecstatic beast,
Can freely ravage the Christmas feast,
Hot soup, crusty bread and carol songs,
These seasons of savour for which my heart longs.