The Four Seasons

by Jeff Sommer

Will it be winter when heaven calls

As the chill sets in and the howling wind

Roars across the sea to rattle my bones

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I’ll button my coat and fasten my cap

Wrap myself in a blanket of snow

Warm to the touch is the winter’s glow

Ah!  The glory of spring!

Bring a pickaxe and the garden hoe

Life is all around me; how can I go

When the garden they left

Is here for me to grow

In summer I’m a kid again

The hot wind blows me away

To the restless sea I go

I’ll swim the tide, a seagull flying free

Summer cannot be the end for me

The joys of autumn have begun

Colored leaves on maple trees

Festivals for everyone

Music, dancing, Renaissance fairs

Guarantees for a raucous good time

No way I’ll leave this life behind

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Jeff Sommer