Seasons

Snowman steal the sun from people down below

White hands reach into the sky, hide it with the snow

Coal unseeing eyes have no use for that which shines

But pebble mouths can’t or won’t spill sworn secrets

Bobble hats and Woollen scarves strange greying slush

But still the snowman keen the hush, never tell the children

They hear it all, every word from each chapped lip

Ever whispered secret, every yelled insult, every move

The snowmen see everything, they hear everything

But when they think of breaking oath and telling it

Then the sun escapes and thaws the freezing sky

And melting with silent screams the snowmen die

 

Feel the breeze that isn’t there

Steal the sweat from the air

Remove all the clothes in layers

And wear the shades that are only for looks

Feel the heat stroke strike the girls

That wears the skirts and high heels

And not the sun tan which feels

Sticky against the dark red burned skin

 

Bran new birds that break the shells

New songs so different from other ones

Feathers fresh, bright and fluffy

Grace the speckled queens of air

The soft and warm new born babes of the wood

The bunnies and the foxes living in the dell

And the voles and wood mice of the holes

Which break the morning air with soft calls

 

Red are the colours of the clothes of trees

Buried in layers of half dead fallen leaves

Hiding the heat which is slowly going

The cold is coming this much we know

But now the animals are starting to go

Fleeing for climates that feel the warmth

And haven’t been covered in blankets and storms

 

Snowmen steal the sun from people down below ...