I Walk the Seasons Changing Times

The falling of the Autumn leaves tells me that winter time is near. Summer is now many days past and a season that I hold dear. But this is not a sorrowful write; always wondrous, this beauty to see. Always such splendor to greet my sight as nature’s signs unfold before me. Contentment is as a faithful friend while I walk these times in the sun. The golden leaves upon this road mark a place that I call ‘Gold Run’. So I walk the seasons changing times as the days go rolling on by. From warmth of sun stretched across the green through months as the winter snows fly.