Four Seasons in the Sky
A poem of seasonal change
The sky is my cathedral
clouds my panacea,
they dance across the heavens,
in a celestial arena.
In the wide blue yonder,
clouds blossom in the sky,
blacken then send raindrops,
accompanied by a nature’s cry.
In the heat of summer,
the sky simmers like a cauldron,
silver sands shimmer with heat,
too hot to even walk on.
To the tune of autumn’s cooling air,
golden leaves fall from the trees,
light clouds scamper through the blue,
drops the temperature degrees.
Then winter comes, the days are short,
the nights long cold and dark,
nere a whisper is heard in the trees,
save the night song of the lark.
As seasons reach the equinox,
jonquils perfume paints the air,
blossoms bloom and decorate,
flowers erupt everywhere.
Spring has sprung across the land,
pollens float adrift,
bees set to work and pollinate,
love is too good to resist.
Up in the sky the seasons,
mirrored in the atmosphere,
the four seasons in the sky,
are here then disappear.
©
David Rudder
19th July 2020
Thank you for reading.
