Year and a Day

Form: Byr a thoddaid

And the seasons turn, fading bloom
With vibrant colours amid gloom
From spiralling autumn days winter comes
To numb the sun’s last rays
With icy winds kissing the face
Long nights short days gathering pace
Until the midwinter’s night calls to spring
To sing rebirth’s delight
When daffodils take time to bask
In the warmth behind the sun’s mask
The summer fun is not so far away
And playful times will glow
As summer ripens in the field
The farmer harvests in his yield
And then shall we come to bake the fresh bread
Ahead lies autumn’s wake


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