THE SEASONS

After Winter drear; with joyous cheer

The snowdrops welcome Spring

And sun kissed earth gives new birth

A bounty it will bring

Of fresh green blade; on hill and glade

And leaves that will adorn

The lofty tree; and oh what glee

Of skipping lambs new born

Oh welcome spring the birds they sing

And daffodils nod their heads

From winter sleep, the hedgehogs peep

From hibernation beds

The blackbird song; all day long

The merry busy bee

The chorus dawn; the frog laid spawn

And the bloom decked cherry tree

Spring days please; but they will cease

Then into Summer days

And night time breeze; our bodies ease

The heat from sun scorched rays

Its picnic teas; beneath oak trees

And day trips to the coast

To bathe is grand; lie on the sand

And let our bodies roast

Spend happy hours viewing garden flowers

As we walk the lawn mowed grass

Happy days we spend; there seems no end

But summertime will pass

Into Autumn mist; it will persist

Along a riverside

Then lofty tree its leaves will free

And on the breezes ride

These coloured gems on loosened stems

Will carpet the woodland floor

When frost adorns the chilling morns

It opens Winters door

To deep piled snow and faces aglow

And frolics on the sleigh

Or by fireside we would abide

To keep chill blast at bay

I give reasons that four seasons

Are like our life stages

Spring of birth and Summer youth

And Autumn of later ages

And Winter clime is last of time

We are headed towards the grave

The setting sun; life’s race is run

Are all our souls then save?

The season of grace will run its race

So come while it is day

Young or old; you now are told

That eternity is a breath away

To be lost; please count the cost

Of rejecting Gods Son of grace

When seasons of four will be no more

And God in judgement you will face

Come now in season; there is no reason

In sin you still will roam

Get saved today while you may

And Heaven will be eternal home

Colin Moffett