Adieu dear Spring, cruel time is nigh,
Your fertile surge complete,
With sorrow we must wave goodbye,
And mourn your slow retreat.

You brought us blooms and verdant trees,
Sweet birdsong everywhere,
Abundant Nature to appease,
With scented woodland air.

Now rest your head, in mortal sleep,
You've earned your slumber well,
You leave this land in verdure deep,
As bluebells chime your knell.

My favoured season I decree,
This poet has lost his muse,
Whilst other jealous seasons three
Are sneering in the pews

The Summer sun won't glare your eyes,
Nor moonlight warm your tomb,
You won't hear lonely banshee cries,
Beneath a ghostly moon.

From deathly pallor so austere,
New life you did bequeath,
Glad fauna sheds a grateful tear,
Wild flora forms a wreath.

Your leafy pyre .. sad Faeries pass,
In solemn discontent,
As dew drops fill your parting glass,
The wind moans your lament.

On Nature's cogs each season turns,
As sure as full moons wane,
When Autumn falls to Winter spurns,
You'll come to life again.

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