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.

The gorse withers on the ground
The Sin is autumnally thin
Silence hithes in blue
Those roughshed days
are scattered with the leaves

Schemes are forgotten
Feelings disposed
Into the chamber of nothingness
do we ascend

Lamenting
Guitars are trickling
And the lamp lightly lit
We have come to dream

The barn was almost bare
And autumnally bloated with draft.
There was a hole they couldn't be bothered knocking a plank of wood over to keep any more
stock from going off.

But they could knock up their wives with no problem at all -
More grubby mouths to feed, more grabby hands at the table...
The animals knew this.
The animals wanted revenge.

Stoked by ammunition
Their fleets like pigs hearts fleet
Trotters, hooves, spider webbed feet
The humans under attack as the Sunday banquet made knives out of horns and teeth
Revenge was sweet like people meat.