Spring, Summer and Autumn
Spring, Summer and Autumn, up builds an almighty Debt,
Promises to square these up are always yearly Met,
Each departure is signed with a solemn pledge of Return,
But move on Snow must, as soon as Sun begins to Burn.
His honour is legendary, it really knows no Bounds.
Always seeks and finds you like those frenzied Hounds,
Daytime crunching under foot or silent falls at Night,
No matter how fierce the storms, he never gives a Fright.
As Snow’s seduction intently drifts your Way,
Resisted in the past but now you feel a Sway,
Is this the year you finally fly the Nest,
Be it for a true romance or just a sordid Quest.
Mammals descend to burrows, birds launch to Sky,
Mother Nature dictates the pace, need no question Why,
Sporadic flakes a falling, it’s that time of Year,
Never been a doubt before but today things aren’t so Clear.
Mercury looses altitude, down past the dreaded Zero,
Farmers fear their villain, you await your Hero,
All ponds are frozen, webbed feet slip and Slide,
Surely this be the winter, Snow finally gets his Bride.
As the season deepens so does his icy Charm,
Even with best intent, Snow can cause you Harm,
Whether buried in an avalanche or a snowball in your Palm,
Beware the dreaded frostbite, for it comes with no Alarm.
You’re a natural born rebel, craving thrills outside the Box,
Dodging grey conformity like an elusive country Fox,
Always been attracted to unconventional risky Cold,
Sun being predictable, where as Snow is outright Bold.
Battles rage over who gets to win your Mind,
Who ever is victories you shall surely Bind,
Using all persuasions, neither taking No,
Do you stay safe at home or succumb to the pull to Go.
Out past your furthest footprints, beyond your distant Stare,
A beckoning resonates but do you even Dare,
Vibrations warm your ears, resurrecting from the Blue,
Do you risk all you have just for something New.
Is the call authentic or merely winds whistling around the Rocks.
Are you buying diamonds or a portfolio of toxic Stocks,
The lure grows ever stronger, you’re finding harder to Resist,
Will your roots hold true and strong, to see off this tempting Tryst.
Do you throw caution to the wind, never looking Back,
Leaving all you ever known, just to join the Pack,
Rolling all your life on a seasonal sided Dice,
An all or nothing outcome but what will be the Price.
Soon comes the moment where you must either stick or Twist,
How to think with clarity when engulfed in freezing Mist,
Feeling like a woman, that now has fully Grown,
Readied to take her place upon the adult frozen Throne.
As the last of the departing Snow flurries, sprinkle tops of Trees,
A pray for guidance is murmured down on frozen Knees,
You look out a little longer, your eyes begin to Blind,
Whilst the grass maybe greener, is the Snow forever Kind?
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