Seasons

Colours vibrant in their splendour
Autumn shades abound
Leaves they fall to form a carpet
Gold and rust upon the ground

Where sweet flowers once did blossom
Nuts and seeds their heads hang low
As the wind doth blow they tumble
Falling to the ground below

White and crisp the frost so cold
Soon covers both hill and dale
Glistening 'neath the moonlit sky
The ground is still and pale

From out beneath the darkened clouds
The light of spring is born
The scent of bluebells fills the air
The farmer reaps his corn

So silently the seasons change
Such beauty they behold
They come, they go, yet each doth have
A story to unfold