Seasons

Please come to me in springtime when breezes dance in the sun
When flowers follow their leader in frolicking one by one,
When trees uplift their branches to welcome the sprite of life
and dance in celebration, to receive the warming light.

When humid heat descends on us and drives us to the shade,
When sticky bodies glow with sweat, it’s beer or lemonade,
When sleeping is a challenge, and we throw sheets from the bed,
Recall the days of springtime and in gladness raise our heads.

Goodbye! Goodbye! To dreariness, to cooling autumn rain,
Farewell to misted gullies I see through my window pane.
Farewell to fearsome westerlies attacking all the trees
that doff their caps in welcome as the winds blow angrily.

When far in distance dwells the sun a ball of liquid fire,
The clouds expand and fill with rain, offspring of new desire.
Then flash! A light within the hills, a roll of kettledrums
as clouds roll in and lose their form – a new cycle begun.

So come to me in springtime when breezes dance in the sun
When flowers follow their leader in frolicking one by one,
When trees uplift their branches to welcome the sprite of life
and dance in celebration, to receive the warming light.

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