The Spirits of the Seasons dance
Upon the wind and tide.
You see they’re here by what they do,
Although they quietly hide.
Spirit Spring is warm and bright;
She paints the grey skies blue.
From warming soil into the light
Come blooms of every hue.
Spirit Summer grows the crops;
Her sunshine bright and warm.
Farmers need to store their wheat
Before a summer storm.
Spirit Autumn tumbles in
Upon a bracing breeze;
Sending swallows on their way
And blowing leaves from trees.
Spirit Winter, wild and raging,
Bringing ice and snow;
Days are chilly, nights are long,
But Spring follows, as we know.
Copyright on all my poems
Chosen by teachers in schools across West Yorkshire for publication in 2010