Another winter comes around
Leaves scattered on the ground
Rain coming in waves
Wind swirling in the eaves.
Darker the days will get yet
Of that there can be no bet
The cold chilling the bones
The stomach churning full of stones.
And as the ground absorbs the water
The sun peeks through to tease each daughter
Sons, mothers and fathers too
Each wrapping up as all will do.
And the Earth keeps revolving
All who live on her constantly evolving
Knowing that in the not distant future
New life will come ever so pure.
The turn of the seasons is a sign
That life continues so benign
The cold and rain so sorely needed
Prayers for this thankfully heeded.
Where would we be if all was fine
If never, ever there came a time
When gloom so regularly appeared
To be rejoiced not feared.
For in but a few months we know
Plants will bud and fruits will grow
And the age-old cycle will once more
Show coldness out the door.
Brian Matthews, 30/5/22