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.