Cercle Of Time Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

The new year flew in,
The old year flew out.
I did not sing or scream
I did not roar or shout.
I went to bed, looked at the TV
As fireworks exploded
It was not for me.

The young may have fun
While old folks live in fear
Wondering what to come
In this brand new year
Times now goes so fast
As we plot along
It like a play, we are in the cast

The stage is set for another year
As the curtains open
we give a loud cheer

In act one.

The beginning of the year
Winter near over
Spring will soon be here.

In act two

Summer will follow
With lots of sunshine
Everything will seem fine

In act three

Autumn comes in slowly
As we gather the crops
Into the market, into the shops.

In act four

Winter comes in swift and fast
Freezing cold and stormy nights
Circle comes to fill the task.