Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flowers of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.
Seasons keep changing and they make all livings things adapt to them, therefore building resiliency in all. We may be often oblivious to the signs of seasons changing but time stops for nobody. Other creatures seem to be more sensitive to the transitions of time. When the snow melts, the leaves fall, the flowers blossom or when its time for the trees to bear fruit, we should learn to sit back and rejoice in these moments of change.
Year of Poem: 1915
Writer: Edward Thomas
Birthplace of Writer: United Kingdom