Changing Seasons

Fall brings on a faint smell, a scent of fallen leaves. The dormant sky awakens, a widowed woman grieves. Seasons begin changing, and the day full of night. The little kids are playing, and marveling at the sight. Dreams are soon forgotten, as axes fall on wood. The little kids are playing, as little kids should. A home becomes a haven, a place of warmth and light The field is now a desert, a sea of snowy white. But an old man is crying, and entering into sleep. And the little kids keep playing, As the widowed woman weeps.