Mottled green and grey shadow
Lush grass and flowers in summer grow
The spirit of the wood sleeps in summer breezes
Sunshine and growth her mind eases.
In the Autumn the spirit has a blanket of gold
Chills lick her heels as again she feels old
Bonfires and animals setting up store
The spirit knows there is more to endure.
Underneath a pure white blanket of snow
The short days and Winter’s holy glow
The Christmas spirit comes to visit her
They sip a toast on her bed , their love they aver.