When did you appear?
Scrumpled on the edges of the pavement
Clustered in groups around tree trunks in the park
Nature, so mystical even a conjuror would be hard put
to conjour you up as the sun switches to rain
... and back again... enter rays of light flickering,
Gradually fading in a haze of streaky red
Until our eyes bear witness
to the blinding blackness of the deepest night.
New Seasonal Disorder, no immediate remedy to hand!
Yet life goes on...
Frosted leaves crunched under pounding paws
Early morning ‘walkies’ re-creating the layout of the land
The new day is underway but the seasons?
Whatever happened to the seasons...
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter... whichever way!
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