The Seasons Of The Year Poem by David Mitchell

The mild fresh air of spring
The wind bears on its wing,
And effortlessly drives the cold away;
The summer sun brings mirth
Spreading his rays on earth,
As life he gives to earth from day to day.

The gentle autumn breeze
Rustles through the trees,
As from their branches coloured leaves do fall;
The icy cold white snow
Falls on grounds both high and low,
Then melts, as if it never was at all.

(Monday,21st November,2005.)