Seasons

There is thunder in my footsteps
And rhythm in my feet
I’m like the shore lapping 
Where the waters meet

And every day’s a sigh
And every week I utter
The same old words
Against the window shutter 

And the house it creaks and groans
With every passing wind
The pain in my bones
A sign that I have sinned

And winter knows my name
It comes howling in
Only to give way
To let spring begin

And summer has its sound
And autumn its flavour
And every moment’s like a taste
That I give in to savour

As every month rolls round
To make another year
As I let go of all the lies
And am freed from the fear

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