Nature’s crown

Misty early mornings, bring in the birth of day,
The sun still wakens early, to chase the mist away,
Hallowed days of Autumn, a peacefullness around,
A resting time for nature, with new seed in the ground.

A harvest gone, a new one set, a store of sacred seed,
A thankful time for granted gifts, a hunger saving need,
Before the frost does blacken, and summer is cut down,
We see the fullness of her glory, as she wears her golden crown.

Night grows ever longer now, as the earth begins to turn,
And shadows now grow stronger, and for the light we yearn,
But nature in her own sweet time, will calm our anxious way,
And balance and protect the earth, until a brighter day.

All seasons have their own intent and duties to perform,
Summer, Winter, Spring and Autumn, evening time, and dawn,
Sleeping and awakening, hard at work or rest,
Nature and her beauty,  Nature at her best!

Mick
(Copyright Michael Westwood 2014 )