Seasons of Remembrance

Early frost grips tight on Autumn's dying days,
time-travelling clocks blacken evening’s gaze.
It's a time for comforting saints and souls,
and reappraising costly short-term goals.

What became of Spring's finest hours,
among the dancing, smiling flowers?
Were all her victory floats displayed
in Summer's fleeting street parade?

Sipping nectar from holy grails,
and floating high o'er all our vales,
lost angels of a long past war
remind us all what we abhor.

Flanders,
Somme,
hope and glory,
empire gone,
different story.

Boys praying God will take them soon,
straining ears for the piper's tune.
In thunder, lightning, pouring rain,
when will we see their like again?

This cycle continues unabated
in another war that's much berated.
So pray for Winter's frost to thaw
in a Holy land without God's law.