Gossamer announces Autumn,
with dew dropped crystal bells.
Ribbons of transparent lace
Wafting over fresh ploughed fields.
Red rosehips reawaken—
Vestiges of summer past.

Snuffling hedgehogs walking past.
Red-capped mushrooms reawaken.
Golden leaves dance over fields,
Some are stuck in spiders’ lace.
Beech-nuts: spiky furry bells,
And everywhere it smells of autumn.

Oak Moon introduces Winter.
Hooded crows like feathered monks,
Shiver in the wet cold storm.
Scaly tree bark shimmers silver.
Sleeping dragons, ancient creatures.
Sleet pelts winter coats.

Wolf Moon conjures magic coats.
Midwinter hunt o’ fabled creatures.
Only iron be your ward, never use the silver.
Run! Run through the brazen storm!
Hoods won’t protect the trembling monks!
Blood moon calls the King of Winter.

Gentle footprints, lucent flowers.
Snowdrops. Crocus follow on.
Spring jumps across a gurgling burn.
She dances in the warming sun.
Rainbows burst from breaking clouds.
Sap rushes into swelling trunks.

Fox cubs ring around the trunks.
The oak protects them from the clouds.
Yet suddenly there breaks the sun.
A fawn drinks from the gurgling burn.
And tiny paws are hanging on,
Lest furry red kits land in flowers.

Suddenly burst forth the heat.
Summer strides with confidence.
Colour explosion.