Shift Workers: The Seasons

 

Autumn closes the door



As summer sighs itself asleep



Cloudy blankets cover a seasons work



And it sleeps long and deeply


And it's dreaming of winters harsh ways



Until spring creeps in one morning


Whispering in summers ear


Like a song bird wishing for dawn


'Awaken again, my friend. The kettle is on, and there is work to begin'