This time of day it changes
at each different time of year
Certain little nuances
as morning time draws near
In winter it is brittle
with a chill upon the air
And this time you’ll find me wrapped up warm
with coats and jumpers there
In springtime it is fragrant
with a promise born of old
Summer’s child lies waiting
to bring respite from the cold
In summertime it’s warming
Windows open to the air
To find me in my element
with sunshine here to share
And in autumn it is whimsy
Halcyon memories are here
To remind me that the passing
of this time is drawing near
This time of day it changes
but the thought remains the same
Knowing that the circle
will repeat this time again
©Jemverse
Photo – ironwork garden sculpture from a foundry near Lewes, East Sussex. Author’s garden – Jempics
