For All Seasons

l Un moveable river's Grinded in stone Always' a season change The sun above Which shed's our light The moon above That which shines' by night Always' a season changes ------ Wet and cold chills' blow Rarely in the sky A star be born A relic from time Only to become frost On the window panes' Of life, ------ Far away eyes' do see No stars' by night So many clouds by day... Gary Fields Poet/Author