Why shall seasons change so peculiar
By Charlotte G
Published 2 July 2024
Petals bloom beneath a cloud of sunshine
As days get long, a season of rebirth
A spring meadow, where flowers lay divine
The night still as stone, all upon thou earth
At the peak of dusk, a morning so kind
Sun rays tip-toe on fields of butterflies
Not a sight for sombre, nor rain to find
Chirps of birds, waves of warmth paint beyond skies
In the days of dew, a crisp breeze will form
The rustle of leaves, a haze bittersweet
Trees dancing, perform in vicious fog storms
Secret whispers of wind blow down past streets
Is this, I see, a time of frost thy grow?
A sulking sorrow beweep such pale snow