Seasons

The month of May a washout
Cold and damp
Now today
31st of May
Bank Holiday
It’s like a holiday camp

Sun is out
Everyone’s about
Old men and girls
In shorts
I ask you

Suddenly it’s summer
Will it last?
Never mind tomorrow
Have a blast
Just enjoy it will you
However short the season
However long
To stay inside
When outside beckons
-Treason
– Wrong

Seasons of the year
Seasons of the heart
Come and go
Fickle now and then
A poet I know
John Donne
Said a beautiful thing
The Lord can bring thy summer
Out of winter
Though thou have no spring

A wise old priest
Gave these words to me
I think he knew my heart
More than me

Our winters are often longer
Than they need to be
We think ourselves locked
In a permafrost
We need to take some steps
Establish we’re not lost
God helps those who help themselves
We say

Hereabouts
We enjoy a temperate climate
Neither hot nor cold but in between
The Med for a holiday
Warm and extra sun
But home is where we live
This is our scene

An old man visiting old folk
Smiled and said
Do not allow yourselves
To become prisoners of sorrow
The key to life
Is in your hand
Open the door
It’s your command
Live today
Await a good tomorrow

Brian Fahy
31 May 2021

+ The old man was Pope Benedict XVI visiting an old folks home in Trastevere, Rome.