Poems by Anne Knight
Seasons of Earth
Sky is blue – not always.
Clouds pass by,
Turn themselves into shapes.
For this is the wind,
The invisible wind.
Clouds have colours,
This is the gases
The clouds are made of.
Birds fly on the thermals,
As gliders do.
When the sun goes down in the west
Darkness comes with starlight.
By then the moon appears,
Big, round and white.
Like a light in the sky.
Ancient people followed the moon and the stars.
They were their guide.
Today we have street lights.
Time for the moon and stars
To hide themselves
For morning has come.
Slowly the sun arrives,
Getting higher.
The red ball of the sun
Rises higher and higher.
A ball of burning gasses.
People protect themselves with creams.
If you don’t do this you will burn.
Wind shakes trees in all directions.
People in the streets bend.
Umbrellas turn inside out in March.
Watch TV, History of the Deserts.
Wind blows them into many shapes.
Seas too are raised high
Like a giant wall rising up then down.
Wind drops, calm seas once more.
Earth changes.
Spring brings young tree buds,
Pussy palm called sticky buds.
Catkins hang down in fingers.
As the warmer weather comes
Leaves unfurl, small and green.
The blackbird sings,
Summer appears with all its summer greens.
People go on holiday.
Cows now in pasture,
Chewing the soft green grass.
In the long summer months
Farmers are busy
Selling and buying, taking stock.
Summer nearly over.
It will be time for autumn.
The green leaves change colour
To a beautiful soft yellow
Then the deepest bronze.
Gently falling, gliding down.
All across the country, trees lose their leaves.
Those autumn leaves.
For winter has come.
People wrap up in warmer clothes.
Floods come to Cumbria.
A bridge collapses.
A policeman loses his life.
I will remember
For my Gran came from there.
Then comes the snows.
Swelling in circles, round and round.
Large ones plus little ones,
From the highest north
To the southern most parts.
Cars can’t move,
Schools shut down.
Drifting snow closes roads.
Our country is a blanket of white.
Telegraph wires hang heavy with snow.
Children play making snowmen,
Sledging too.
People go skiing in Scotland.
Everywhere people try to get gritters.
The salt mine works flat out
But still no grit.
People walk on the crunched snow.
The years have not seen a winter like it.
The Deep Freeze.
The winter slowly thaws, the snow goes.
Now you can see the dark winter grass.
Darker skies than when I began.
Now it is spring again.
Leaves are growing once more.
For now it is May time,
The seasons have come full circle.