Senses Of Seasons Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

I walked in the woods at the end of spring
Finding some bluebells under the shade
Listing to blackbirds as the chirp and sing
Sun shining, clouds passing, the light fades

I walked in the woods in summertime
When it was covered in many colors of green
That babbling brook ran on its way
There no time to dally, no time to delay

I walked in the woods under the autumn sky
The leaves were changing from green to gold
Children are a puzzle and ask why oh why
Are all those pretty leaves fading and old

I walked in the woods when winder arrived
Bear trees stock and stared as I went by
Decay lurked everywhere but life survived
In old Kelly wood as take my time and I walk by