Saturday, 5 July 2014

Seasons - poem

The earth is sleeping.  
Feel the cold breath on your face.  
This is winter.  

The earth is waking.  
Yawning, stretching.  
See the snowdrops, buds and crocuses.  
This is spring.  

The earth is dancing.  
Singing and drumming. 
See the colours bursting on the trees
Hear the birds and see the bees.  
Feel the warmth beneath your feet: grass or sand, soul or pavement.  
This is summer.  

The earth is humming.  
Hear the crunch of the fallen leaves under your boots.  
See the stars and light the fires.  
This is autumn.  

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