Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether summer clothe the general earth
With greeness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Or if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.



Monday, September 21, 2015

The Wheel Turns



A few days ago I received a comment on a post called 'The Four Seasons' from 2013 and when I went back and looked at it I thought that it was worth repeating and that the Autumn Equinox was an appropriate time to do it. Bilbo Baggins had four legs and a lot less grey in his muzzle two years ago but he still loves doing all the walks that are shown in the photographs.


Breezes blow through the woods in springtime
Roots drink deep from the wakened earth
The young leaves shine in the quickening sunlight
Dance the song of the new year's birth

The dance goes on and it's never ending
 The circle turns and the singer sings
The year turns round but the woods in springtime
 Do not care what the winter brings.

 When the leaves are long in the days of summer
 And the light drifts through them cool and green
 The great trees stir in their dreaming sleep
 And sing slow tales of the years they've seen

 The dance goes on and it's never ending
 The circle turns and the tale unfolds
 The years turn round but the wood in summer
 Has no thought of the winter's cold.

Blackberry, hazel, and elderberry
Hang heavy and ripe in the shortening days
Bright as a banner the autumn leaves
Burn red in the old sun's dying rays

The dance goes on and it's never ending
The circle turns and returns again
The year burns on but the wood in autumn
Gathers itself for the winter's pain.

When winter bites and the leaves are falling
Through the hawthorn cold winds run
Through the dwindling day the cruel-leafed holly
Keeps safe the memory of the sun

The dance goes on and it's never ending
The circle turns and the singer sings
The year grows old but the winter wood
Still holds the memory of the spring.

The Four Seasons By Brian Pearson (From the album "Tam Lin")

 I discovered this song only recently on a CD called The Dance Goes On by Blanche Rowen and Mike Gulston. I absolutely love the words, they are precisely what my blog is all about. Originally I couldn't find the song on Youtube but when I looked again there it was - The Four Seasons

12 comments:

Jan said...

What a beautiful poem-not only reflecting the changing seasons of the earth, but in our lives as well. Thank you for sharing this!

Mac n' Janet said...

We do need to know that life goes on and to take comfort from that. We lost a friend this week, a police officer coming home from work, he died in an auto accident. He was to be married in 3 weeks. We're all sad, but the circle of life does go one.

Barb @ Bella Vista said...

It was definitely worth repeating.

Lovely!

Barb

Granny Sue said...

Lovely! and well-timed.

mxtodis123 said...

This was lovely...the pictures and the words. The wheel continues. Thank you.
Mary

Roy Norris said...

A very beautiful snow scene D.
Wonder if we will see that this Winter.{:))

Bovey Belle said...

I agree, that is so beautiful. Oddly enough, we call Tamzin Tam-Lin as well!

Marigold Jam said...

Stunning photos and lovely words. It;s god to be reminded in the midst of the chaos and problems in the world that life does indeed go on and the seasons change as they always have climate change notwithstanding!

Lynda (Granny K) said...

That wheel seems to spin faster and faster these days! Enjoying these last remaining days of lovely weather though!

Rosie said...

Lovely! Well worth a second outing whatever happens the seasons will take their turn:)

The History Anorak said...

It's wonderful. It's important to acknowledge the turning of the wheel - particularly at the time of the Equinox. Blessed Mabon.

John "By Stargoose And Hanglands" said...

I liked your photos and the song last time - and I still do.