Friday 21 September 2018

The Seasons





The Seasons




Walter Crane (1845-1915) The Masque of the Four Seasons







We are but dreams. Our
children walk the sun-kissed land,
honey on their lips.

***

The shimmering earth
beckons, ripe and languorous;
fire at its heart.

***

Your tear-speckled eyes
Capture the slate-coloured skies.
Soon, the rain will fall.

***

Shivering trees stoop,
naked in the leaden air.
The year has grown old.


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