Sarah-JaneM
Member
My farewell to a Scottish summer.
With sadness, that time approaches and many’ s favourite season ends
We begin to hear the whisper of Autumns spell
As it takes our hand and leads us away from long lazy days.
We drift from summers warmth as winters shadow gently stretches across the ever lower
The final embers of the seasons flame.
We sadden at the dimming of blossoms and the coming slumber of trees.
The days shorten and we make preparations for winters cloak to fall with sparse comfort.
We steel ourselves against coming storms
With gentle thoughts of gatherings in warmth and seeking solace in home and hearth.
We plan the creation of colour and cheer
By hand and mind in decoration and festivities of thanksgiving and Christmas,
In the hope that it will diminish the bitter winds The hard short days of Scotland’s winter.
We suffer and accept these burdens of wind and rain, cold and ice bound days.
We do so in the quiet optimism of this being the only path to a coming spring.
Then the land will begin to awaken with hope and expectation for new life
Natures bounty of warmth and colour and renewal.
And then, yes, at last, we know that summer will come again.
With sadness, that time approaches and many’ s favourite season ends
We begin to hear the whisper of Autumns spell
As it takes our hand and leads us away from long lazy days.
We drift from summers warmth as winters shadow gently stretches across the ever lower
The final embers of the seasons flame.
We sadden at the dimming of blossoms and the coming slumber of trees.
The days shorten and we make preparations for winters cloak to fall with sparse comfort.
We steel ourselves against coming storms
With gentle thoughts of gatherings in warmth and seeking solace in home and hearth.
We plan the creation of colour and cheer
By hand and mind in decoration and festivities of thanksgiving and Christmas,
In the hope that it will diminish the bitter winds The hard short days of Scotland’s winter.
We suffer and accept these burdens of wind and rain, cold and ice bound days.
We do so in the quiet optimism of this being the only path to a coming spring.
Then the land will begin to awaken with hope and expectation for new life
Natures bounty of warmth and colour and renewal.
And then, yes, at last, we know that summer will come again.
