The Year
- Dinledhwen
A Last Elf Poem
Spring has come I hear the trees say
While I gaze up at their new leaves
Which flutter in the soft warm wind
That plays amongst the many boughs.
Summer has come I hear the trees say
While I gaze up at their dense leaves
Which shade me in a dim coolness
As I doze beneath the many boughs.
Fall has come I hear the trees say
While I gaze up at their golden leaves
Which gently float down to the ground
Once released from the many boughs.
Winter has come I hear the trees say
While I gaze up at their snowy mantle
Which sifts on down with the cold wind
That moans amongst the many boughs.
None have come I hear the trees say
While I now gaze out towards the sea
Which marks the start of my new year
Here alone beneath the many boughs.
