C. C. Long

The Signs of the Seasons

What does it mean when the bluebird comes

And builds its nest, singing sweet and clear?

When violets peep among blades of grass?—

These are the signs that spring is here.

What does it mean when berries are ripe?

When butterflies flit, and honeybees hum?

When cattle stand under the shady trees?—

These are the signs that summer has come.

What does it mean when the crickets chirp,

And away to the south the robins steer?

When apples are falling, and leaves grow brown?—

These are the signs that autumn is here

What does it mean when days are short?

When leaves are gone, and brooks are dumb?

When fields are white with drifted snow?—

These are the signs that winter has come.