O, gracious Gaea's life-blood, seasons' friend,
Wherever with your precious healing balm
You spread your blessing and to all extend
Your gifts, will flourish plenitude and calm.
As spring growth burgeons forth, with gentle showers
You nourish and sustain the buds that swell
And burst to beauty's promise of delight.
Our world's perfumed with panoply of flowers
As violet, crocus, foxglove, asphodel
In lush cascade make fragrant day and night.
When Sol in summer majesty displays
His mighty presence, all men seek your aid
To mitigate and cool his burning rays.
Your grey battalions tender pleasing shade
And summer rains invigorate the fields.
In red and yellow splendour autumn strides
Through harvest days. The barn and store-room burst
With your sweet bounty. Now wild winter wields
His might and still your flowing cup provides
Elixir of the gods to slake our thirst.
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Author Notes
On second thoughts, Hughie....
The tanks are all full and so are the rivers and streams. I can't walk in my back yard without sinking up to my ankles in mud and the whole tribe's suffering from cabin fever. Do ya reckon you might hold fire just for a day or two?
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