The Doorway of Seasons

A doorway into a magical land,

With scarlet flowers and golden sand,

Come out in a boat with a crimson sail,

Or up on the hill in the rain and the gale.

For down in the wood by the chattering stream,

An empty doorway lies still unseen.

Open the door to a season of new lives,

Newborn lambs, bees buzzing out of hives,

Flowers with such a fragrant scent,

In spring there are happy times to be spent.

Then a season with a cool summer breeze,

The flowers are fading, so green are the trees,

Children are playing down on the beach,

The sunflowers so tall they are out of reach.

In autumn amber leaves fall down,

The street lamps on, so quiet is the town,

Go for a walk by the whispering wood,

Where seasons ago the flowers once stood.

Winter rolls in with wind icy cold,

A robin hops curiously, so quiet but bold,

As snow falls softly to the ground,

On the quiet streets and all around.

To a complete other world, do you travel,

Another new tale do you unravel,

Every season with its unique weather,

From a cold winter’s moon to sunshine on heather.

A doorway into a magical land,

So let’s go exploring, come, take my hand!

By Anastasia Nash