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?