A Journey Through the Seasons by Susie Field

My beautiful beech tree, above us it towers,

A constant shelter from those April showers.

Tall, majestic, standing proud,

A leafy protection beneath its shroud.

Offering shade on a hot summer day,

For family picnics and children at play.

Warm sunny evenings drift into night,

Calm and still beneath the moonlight.

 

Memories of Autumn I no longer treasure,

Gathering leaves is a toil of a pleasure.

Fluttering and falling without a sound,

A vibrant carpet soon covers the ground.

Crisp and crackling beneath our tree,

Its branches stripped bare for all to see.

Gnarled and twisted – reaching high,

Towards a bleak and wintry sky.

 

A robin hops by, alone and bold,

A solitary snowman stands frozen and cold.

Fingers of frost stretch and crawl,

Dancing snowflakes, how quickly they fall,

Covering the earth now virgin white,

Storm clouds gather as day turns to night.

There’s no shelter now from the wind and rain,

As the journey begins all over again.