A Season Changes Poem by Phil Soar

A cold breeze skims across the river
Ripples on the surface show its flow
Footsteps echo across the cobblestones
As a village wakes and morning begins
Some people walk their dogs across greens
As the day unfurls, and those lucky enough admire the view
The sight of snowdrops and daffodils warm the heart
Spring may well be on the way
A few more weeks of cold frosty mornings to pass
Before the warmth of a rising sun heralds a new season
For now, I take a seat and watch that river
My feet tread carefully across the cobbles
A slight frost leaving the surface slippy
But as I sit outside the cafe, warm mug of tea to hold
I marvel that the birds sense the year is changing
Preparing for the brighter and longer days they flutter around
I am reminded of the chill as the breeze catches my breath
Yet still I sit,
Emptying my mug,
Clearing my mind,
Waiting.