Thursday Poem: Each Season Brings its Own Days

Each Season Brings its Own Days

Each season brings its own days,
the small dark days of cold winter,
the growing young days of spring promise,
the mature long days of confident summer
and the ripe colourful days of aging autumn.

These are the days we walk through
watching the bare trees grow buds
that leaf and then there are the flowers
and the call of eager birdsong
as summer thinks it can last forever.

Until its mornings stumble into darkness
and the cold nips at those full leaves
as the flowers close their eyes in defeat
before we are walking over dead leaves

and hard frostbitten ground, when the summer
seems to be little more than a dream
distant and half-forgotten like some land
we know we can never return to see.