A springtime tale
is best they say –
sunshine creeping in to play,
Easter tadpoles, beans in jars
birds in boxes
brand new cars.![](../sound)
A summer’s tale
is ringed with flowers
cottage gardens, sunny hours
cotton dresses
cooing doves
summer sandals
summer loves. ![](../sound)
An autumn tale you cannot see
it’s not the sort of time for me –
fog and mist
long dark nights
soggy socks
woolly tights.![](../sound)
A winter’s tale
is kissed with wine
frost and snuggles
logs and fires
carols, tinsel
warm deep beds
Christmas toys
and sleepy heads.![](../sound)
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