A Song For The Seasons

Bring me in time of Summer sun
     A springing brook, a waterfall
Cool as the coolest shady copse
     Of misty pine trees looming tall.

Bring me in time of Autumn dearth
     The greenest of the greenest glade,
The freshest meadow damp with dew
     And leaves that shall not brown, nor fade.

Bring me in time of Winter snow
     An armchair by your fireside,
And tales of old and tales of new
     Told into old times' flowing tide.

And then in time of merry Spring
     Bring me from sylvan lore a song
That I shall sing into the sky
     And you, with me, shall sing along.


("The Four Seasons" happens to be my favourite theme of all, inspired, not in any small measure, by Antonio Vivaldi's magnificent work on the same. (don't ask how)
More to come.)