Poem of the Week

As promised last week, today’s poem has been composed by a member of our staff. She wishes to remain anonymous for the time being. We hope you enjoy.

CHANGE

A dull grey morning I awoke to today.

This change of season is here to play.

Cold blasts of wind can chill to the bones.

Small drops of rain become hail stones.

The cycle of seasons is full of wonder and surprise.

Blessings from Mother Nature help us all to thrive.

(anon)