Seasons

The cold north wind begins to blow 

Lady Winter pulls up her blanket of snow
She tucks the land in nice and tight 
The land then sleeps through winter’s plight
For several months the land will sleep
But hush my darling don’t you weep
Soon…the land again will wake
Lovely flowers Mother Spring doth make
She sends her warm, nurshing showers
That are full of her growing powers
The snow crocus is the first to wake
From it’s head, winter’s plight it doth shake
At this time the faeries begin their work
and their chores they never sherk
They wake the land and paint it bright
So open your eyes and enjoy the sight!
The days begin to grow longer As summers sun grows stronger
Children play in the sprinklers stream
As summer birds sit and preen.
The fall colours will soon be here Autumn comes with it’s colourful arrays
And the night begins to overtake the days
For this is Mother Nature's rule
The leaves turn red, yellow, brown and gold
As summers days begin to grow old
Jack Frost prepares his paints and brush
The animals begin their harvest rush
Lady Winter again will soon be here
But don’t you cry my little dear.
For the circle of seasons you see
Are meant for the enjoyment of you and me
For Mother Nature is fair and wise
And she always creates a new surprise!!!

source:K.Shaw©
Art By Nadezhda Strelkina, who paints Fedoskino Russian Lacquer boxes - Four Seasons