Some Mere Spinning Rhymes Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Gather life's rosebuds, man and maid,
there seed, share, time's hand can't be stayed,
and gentle innocence soon's passed.
greed gain ambitions oft waylayed.

Frost free jollity denies
spinning seasons' changes, tries
retaining memories full sweet
ere cold deceit true trust defies.

When meadow beckons all should go
exploring glades they've yet to know,
discover shades of green and blue.
Why follow fallow furrow‘s woe?

Calm, balm, harm free, see Time and place
for sunlight strive at rival pace,
’spite sunlit face, bright spilling dew
heed spider warnings to man’s race.

Sun, sinking, bids the birds asleep
though thorny hedgehogs slowly creep
beside the brake where curlew flew
and cuckoo echoes echoed deep,

While trout still tipple in the deep.
calm nor alarm, nor timid peep,
awakens sleeping sheep who grew
content in sturdy shepherd’s keep.

Soon Indian summer, timeless, falls
to fall whate'er befalls, time calls
from lazy, hazy, crazy carefree days
to season bridge drawn up by Nature's thrawl

To winter's crystal carpet spun
returning all where we begun
when forests walked and talked on cue
still roots push through, wait promised sun.

Then lines from rest to test shall steep
on meadowsward inked page, tryst keep
to share sage secrets once we knew
before eyes veiled, lies more lies reap.