Infusion
Every season I think is my favorite
until autumn comes painting the trees
oh Autumn you are such delight
carpeting forests with colored leaves
Oh clouds who the sun do hide
the wind move's your cotton puffs
these such times our cherished days
where the weather's goes turning rough
Fading are the days whose warmth
will emerge to the rising chills
and trees undress their lofty boughs
standing naked upon barren hills
the colors of the fields are fading
the sky dawns with a dusky hue
the fledgling rain in it's delivery
stays the grasses wet with it's dew
You've redressed the bounds and landscapes
and the sunsets have started to blush
birthing all the rhythms in nature
and of seasons transforming their flush
The sunlight's zenith will be shedding
exchanged for the blankets and veils
where the finery of your mountain valleys
wear ash gray along with your dales
The cauldron of life's ever stirring
expression is cooked on it's range
the shades of the paintings dynamic
and it's canvas always subject to change
Like spices you alter the flavors
of the years ever changing their gown
where the fare you serve on times table
finds the trail to joy you lead down
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2017 Poetry of Providence
C. Michael Miller
Ecc 3:1 For everything there is a season,
and a time for every matter under heaven:
Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2017
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