The springtime burst of life awakens the field
Hedgerows alive and hayfever tears
In summer the green meadow trembles in the breeze
A home to wildflowers, bird song and the bees
In Autumn a bleak, stark open expanse
A muddy path worn by boots through the damp
In winter a bright, crisp, sharp breath of a day
Conserving and resting
Ready to start again
Come what may
Primrose Jones, June 2024