Winter
(Brevity)
Silence rides autumn winds,
carrying muted sighs of a season’s birth.
Colour drained landscapes,
await a virginal blanket of obscurity.
Temperatures slip,
frozen in hibernating hopes of seasons past.
The Two Seasons of England
Once as four they came and went,
each season different, alive then
spent.
In recent years the seasons became
new,
leaving this land with nothing but
two.
Wet or cold is all we get,
it appears now summer has set.
Spring went first, simply
disappeared,
lost in winter, no longer revered.
Six months rain, now simply a bore,
half a year left, with both at the
door.
Wintry gloom rides across the land,
no summer sun can lend a hand.
Thickened cloud in shades of grey,
battered colours held in sway.
Four became two when the rains came,
erasing two seasons till all’s the
same.
Storms and floods are evenly
spaced,
Spring and Summer, forever
displaced.
Webbed fingers and toes may be next
to come,
for the English land that lost the
sun.
Winter Green
Winter pauses in its savage
brutality,
Igniting hope for the sun seekers
of summer.
Night time shades once prevalent
hide from this unnatural light,
Tethering themselves to the pursuit
of night.
Evergreen becomes real for a
moment,
Revelling in the pale out of season
sunshine.
Gathering across the sky, ink
stained clouds
Reform the horizon, destruction
their singular goal,
Eagerly the wait the arrival of
their next storm.
Emerging from sun induced slumber,
winter sharpens his talons,
Novel indeed are the thoughts of
man, winter in green carries a mocking smile.
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