Early Works - The Seasons

Sky clouded and morbid blue with cracks for the sun to shine through. Fields barren and dead with leaves turning from green to red. Birds on high winging south as rivers flow from its mouth. Sun shines a light of cold on the ground as autumn approaching us surrounds. The leaves of orange and red mould where they are blown as upon us winder begins to grow. After a while comes a white blanket of snow covering everything that will grow. The nights get long and the winter winds blow strong. Everything is frozen fast and in this wintry waste, none must trespass. Overnight comes the warmth of a rearing sun bringing with it the spring, life to every living thing. Trees and flowers bud, bloom, and around the corner summer begins to loom. As everything, turns’ smiling around there is heard in the wind loves sweet sound. Then with sunsets beautiful, but not rare we can tell summer is in the air. Flowers in full bloom spread multicolour around as small creatures scamper on the ground under the sun profound. All the mysteries that summer does involve will soon be gone as the seasons again revolve. Date Unknown. (Early 1970’s I think)