No blackbird’s song at 3 am;
No scorching summer sun;
No shorts, bikinis or sun hats;
No deck chairs - no, not one!
No daffodils, no primroses;
No blossom on the trees;
No chaffinch singing in a hedge;
No butterflies or bees.
No weeding, watering, lawns to cut;
No garden tool in sight;
And it seems that every swallow now
Has taken off in flight.
No golden leaves left on the trees,
But cool, soft mists appear.
Bonfires, fireworks, chilly nights –
Ah yes, November’s here.
How sad would be our earthly lives
Without our days of spring -
Bereft of summer’s warming sun
And the blessings that it brings.
How sad to not see autumn’s gold
And softly fading sun.
How sad to miss the winter’s snow
That brings to children fun.
How nice to see the first snowdrop
And know that spring’s nearby.
You like four seasons in a year
And for certain so do I.
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