Seasons on the Ground
The ground is green with daisy stars;
The ground is gold and red, like Mars;
The ground is crisp and white with snow,
With footprints from a night-black crow.
The ground is white, bright as the moon.
The seasons go, but come back soon.
The ground shows where I’ve been, and go.
The ground is nature’s theatre show.
The ground is gold and red, like Mars;
The ground is crisp and white with snow,
With footprints from a night-black crow.
The ground is white, bright as the moon.
The seasons go, but come back soon.
The ground shows where I’ve been, and go.
The ground is nature’s theatre show.
This poem is copyright (©) Jodie Houghton 2026
About the Writer
Jodie Houghton
Jodie has been an Editor of science journals for over 19 years, but has been writing for even longer. She has won or been listed in international short-story, picture-book, lyrics and microfiction competitions, has had a play on climate change performed in Camden, and has had a poem published in Tyger Tyger Magazine. She loves nature, books and charity shops.
