The Seasons Change

The sun rising slowly in the sky
Tells us that a new day is nigh.
Fair day dawns clear and bright,
The countryside a glorious sight.
A vibrant orange, a burnished gold
Such wondrous colours to behold.

The morning dew sparkles on the grass,
The pond water reflects the sun like glass.
The cobwebs hanging in the trees,
Avoided by the industrious bees,
Look like necklaces of silver and agate
As dew and sunlight integrate.
The scent of flowers wafts on the breeze
As squirrels scamper through the leafy trees.

In a few short weeks the scene will alter,
As winter comes the weather will falter.
Sun will change to rain, cloud or frost,
And most colourful flowers will be lost.
We must now face the winter storms
'Til once again the weather warms.
When once again a Spring dawn will bring
Bluebells and birds singing on the wing.