A time for a
season, a season in time,
in Fall we celebrate the death
of living,
flowers, plants turning dull
losing shine,
withering their beauty no longer
giving.
An arctic cold brings a chill to
the air,
clouds dark and grey drop the
wet rain,
wind howls, leaves falling
everywhere,
flooding waters overflow all the
drains.
The warmth of summer is now but
gone,
the beauty, the passion turns
bitter cold,
left only with playful memories
we long,
as Fall prepares us for winter
ever so bold.
Time moves on, nothing is meant
to last,
turning to memories we express
and share,
we each must cope with the
lingering past,
in the windy cold searching for
what to wear.
Too many chores to do during the
daylight,
by night we toss and turn in
restless sleep,
lost in the darkness only stars
shine bright,
hopes of tomorrow in our
thoughts we keep.