Turns out I can also put some blog poetry up. Who knew? 😉
In sweet-tempered Spring do hares leap o’er fields
Twitch nosily gainst young May, June and July
In them comes Life and all that earth can yield
As Nature beams from cerulean sky.
In sultry-hot Summer bright birds swoop, dive
Feath’ring their nests with newly turned moss
Feed warbling throats so harmonious, alive
As Nature beams down, no longer at loss.
In many-hued Autumn, the otter gleams sleek
Gliding noiselessly through clear waters now cool
Golden and brown leaves falling by our feet
As Nature beams down, never to be cruel.
Till two lines do remain to speak of cold Winter
For whom, for a period, has no need of Nature.