A poem for the changing year

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Early days a season long,

Yellow flowers,

April showers,

Silver salmon,

Spotted trout,

A line cast in frequent hope,

Skies of blue with summer sun,

Early dawns and evening shade,

Sea trout leaping in the night,

Refreshing rain,

Summer spate,

Silver tourists on their way,

Fading season,

Shorter days and mellow fruits,

Salmon flanks with autumn hues,

Through the season flows the stream,

Ebbing flowing drifting by,

The season’s come the seasons go,

All I caught was a fleeting glimpse.