Song of the Seasons
by Elizabeth Barrette

Come and wake the sleepers
Rouse them with a song
Tell them winter’s over
Though it has been long

Sing awake the flowers
Bushes, grass, and trees
Tell them spring is here now
Sun and birds and breeze

Set the world to dancing
Soon will summer come
Pan is playing pipes and
Gaia beats her drum

Now the seeds of autumn
Set so long ago
Must awake and ready
For it’s time to grow


This poem was originally published in The Blessed Bee magazine Spring 2006, Issue #28.

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