Autumn

Leaves crackle and rot

Revelling in their decay

Soon to be compost

Spring

Tulip buds bursting

In bright fresh April sunlight

Spring is surely here

Walk

We walk hand in hand

Purple carpet before us

Along Bluebell Wood

Winter

Frozen soil snapped tight

Against winters’ icy grip

Waiting for the thaw

Precipitation

It kept on raining

Soft drumming relentlessly

Bringing welcome sleep