Seasons

Seasons Fall came abruptly with cool breeze and colorful leaves Summer left behind us as confiscated by random thieves Days getting shorter the darkness lingers long Sun light in the distance like a sad forgotten song Barren limbs of trees bowing down in shameful woe Their nakedness becoming obvious as the winds begin to blow Soon the snow will do its dance on the top of winter’s peak Freezing all the lakes and ponds grey skies that sadly speak Preparing us for what lies ahead when storms of ice surrender The roots of summer’s roses bury deeper as they’re tender Sleeping for the moment, but with spring’s warmth they’ll awaken With all their splendor and former beauty their glory not shaken The sun will take its rightful place and summer will rule as planned Then the other three seasons, will follow suit and repeat it all again