Songs Poem by Chris Bradshaw

Sing me a song
About the way Autumn smells
After a scorching summer
When the clouds are as gray
As an old man's moustache
And the wind whispers
Of all great sorrows and decay
Like a reluctant herald
Full of Love
And Death

Sing me a song
Of Winter twilight
And the first snow
Which is always the same
Yet so new
Whiteness like a shroud
Or a wedding gown
The sacred frozen union
Of Earth and Sky

Sing me a song
Of Spring's bright opening
A million colours
Tumble and roll
All silenced voices
Suddenly full
And pouring out
To mix the soil of the soul
And win back
The heart of the world

Sing me a song
Of Summer's grace
And unmatched artistry
To make an empty world full
To make an empty man see
That all he needs
Is a golden dawn
A river running strong
A mind that's free
And the will
To just be