The setting of so many suns
And when the morning comes
I float with rising mists in waving fields of corn
To fade into a day new born.
The winter shows us hibernation..a hesitation of the earth before the season turns again
And then spring rain,
Welcoming and light
A bliss..a delight for blooms who sneak a peek above the ground.
The sound of nature everywhere and love is in the freshening air.
Summer...hot and dry
The cry of Ice cream men..stop and buy.
Children...agile,spry upon the climbing frame.
And fall..I hear the Autumn call to me
Colours changing autumnally within the leaves upon the tree
These things I see
In each setting of a sun
Not many more to come
I'm nearly done
But it's been fun
At times.
