You know when I was a kid we used to have seasons
The bitter biting winds and cruel frosts of winter
Seemed to vanish overnight
Green shoots would appear as though by magic
Biting winds replaced by a gentle wind and cold lashing rain
Replaced by a gentle breeze and warm spring showers
Summer appeared over the morning horizon
Crops were ripening and we swam in the streams and basked
In the warm summer sun
A time for camping and family picnics
To our young minds the hot dry summers
Seemed to last for eternity
Then almost without warning the leaves turned from green to russet
To yellows and reds
Apples suddenly tasted much sweeter and there was an abundance
Of all things edible
Mums were suddenly busy
Pickling, preserving, making jams
That was also the time the Christmas pudding was made
What glorious halcyon days they were
Suddenly it turned colder
Spider webs gleaming under a coating of night time dew
Early morning frost on the grass
Glinting in the morning sun
Like a million diamonds
Where oh where have our seasons gone?

𝒴𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓌.
𝐵𝓁𝓊𝑒, 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝑜𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓌.

𝑅𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃,
𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓃.

𝒱𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑒,
𝒢𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝓁𝓊𝑒.

𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝑜𝑜.

𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇,
𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒.
𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓎-𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈,
𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝓇𝓎.
𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑜𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈,
𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈.

𝐼𝒻 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝓎 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹,
𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑒𝒹.
𝐼'𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹,
𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝑒𝓁𝒹.
𝒯𝑜 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇,
𝓉𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜 𝑜𝓃𝑒,
𝓎𝑜𝓊 - 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝒾𝑒𝓁𝒹.

𝒲𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈,
𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈.
𝐹𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈,
𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝓌-𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓏𝑒.