For sweet Nicola and her companions brave. SACRED SEASONS Autumn leaves forsake, grand great oaks stand bare Feeling frail flowers In ‘dew time’ appear. Hidden during advent, fed by wintry sun Watered by teardrops, sheltered by our love. Darkling glass of winter soon gives way to spring Burgeoning bulbs, snowdrops, sun-washed saplings. Sacred seeds though dormant still remain the same Permanently present, they ALWAYS bloom again. There is NO forgetting, knots tethered tight! The three English roses, red, PINK and white. David J Beale