She likes to laugh in summer
She likes to dance in Spring
In Winter warm's the butter
In Autumn dancers sing
In June flowers don her hair
In April grow she will
Adance the chance to see the sun
December - member, green is still.
And yellow shouts the solar flowers
While melody passes the birds on pink wing
Across the bright of rainbowed showers
An Autumn-Winter-Summer-Spring
Cosy posie purple heart
Pine cones grow and roots wriggle down
Soldiers, lovers, sippers sing
The aurora more a festive crown
And 'lo, my sib'; take light in eye
Though grey and opaque cleanse the lens
What may share may never die
What may grow stays here forever.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC
She likes to laugh in summer
She likes to dance in Spring
In Winter warm's the butter
In Autumn dancers sing
In June flowers don her hair
In April grow she will
Adance the chance to see the sun
December - member, green is still.
And yellow shouts the solar flowers
While melody passes the birds on pink wing
Across the bright of rainbowed showers
An Autumn-Winter-Summer-Spring
Cosy posie purple heart
Pine cones grow and roots wriggle down
Soldiers, lovers, sippers sing
The aurora more a festive crown
And 'lo, my sib'; take light in eye
Though grey and opaque cleanse the lens
What may share may never die
What may grow stays here forever.
A rambling one, sure, but I hope some feeling of the contented passage of life got through.
