Winter
There's a sudden chill in the air
Now that Wintertime is here.
The
louring clouds are threatening snow
As the blue skies disappear.
Yet there's beauty on the land,
As we awake on a winters morn
When
Jack Frost has paid a visit,
And a beautiful picture he's drawn.
He arrived in the stillness of night
Scattering
silver dust all around.
Icicles and orbs dangle from trees,
Crystal jewels lie on the ground.
The
birds are silent, nothing stirs
Just a red robin greeting the day.
It's a wonderful crisp white world
Now that Winter
has come to stay.
Copyright Marian Jones
Summer Garden
Pink and white clematis stars
Climb up the old oak tree,
Little flowers
so gentle
Bring joy to all who see.
Marigolds are gleaming gold,
Rose perfume fills the air,
While little busy lizzies
Are
growing everywhere.
Lavender and lilies,
Sweetpeas of pink and blue;
So many different flowers
Of
every shade and hue.
A garden is a perfect place,
To cast your cares away,
And marvel at God's
Creation
On a sunny summer's day.
Copyright Marian Jones
Summer
The window of summer opens,
The sun comes peeping in;
It works
its magic on the land,
A new season to begin.
Beside a babbling brook
And a field of meadowsweet,
The gentle song of summer
Plays
its rhythmic beat.
When the door of summer opens,
All around are green clad trees,
While the perfume
of the flowers
Is borne on a cooling breeze.
It is the season of delight,
The scent of new mown hay;
The glory of golden sunset,
At
the end of a perfect day.
Copyright Marian Jones
