Seasons of Change
Yesterday the rolling hills,
Dressed in mantle of green
Stretched for miles with dots of soft white.
The tree laden with blossom, dipped to meet the bulb strewn Earth
I strolled in the warm sunshine,
A gentle breeze stirred the daffodils
Reflecting the colour of the golden morning,
Today, the world has slipped into a deep sleep
Winter has returned.
Its icy fingers shrouding spring’s beauty in white
The trees, awakening too soon,
Are silhouetted against the bleak, grey sky
Spectres, in the mist of a passing dream
As the colours fade
Yet, the white melts into a memory
Almost imagined.
Reality has missed a beat in the rhythm of the changing seasons
Green life revives after the shock
As yellow heads nod heavy with the battle of the elements
Spring has returned without the freshness of its youth,
The chill, blue air shivering,
A reminder of the haunting closeness of winter
April keeps its surprises for those who think summer is near.