Leaves on the ground, dried and dead
Shrivelled up in all ways, never to be what they once were
So now, what does one do?
Weep that the season is over or move on gleefully to the next?
Are you asking me?
I love the shades of brown in autumn
The orange and the maroon still around
And surely life with all that has taken place takes on new meaning
And in the winter one starts
Silently serenely surely slow down, slow down
One begins to know more intuitively
To sense more deeply
How the seasons past
Have lessons aplenty
And one is nudged to share
But the young ones
Oh, they are not too keen
The lessons of life they must learn on their own
And then the seasons come and they go, they come and they go
Till once more Spring becomes Winter and one just grows, grows, grows!
For times gone by
For the present
And the future to come!