Seasons...

Crimson skies at twilight

Herald the change of seasons,

Days grow shorter, cooler, and brighter

For so many, many reasons.

Life has changed its cycle,

From hot and humid and all

Things are slowing down, dying

And life approaches Fall.

The growing season is over,

We have harvested all the crops,

But life is moving still, just slower

It’s not till winter that it stops.

The leaves are turning their colors

To brilliant oranges, golds and reds,

And soon, the seasons will change again

And we can rest our weary heads.

Winter will be upon us,

Making us want to hibernate,

Bringing the chilling winds and snow,

And holidays we love to celebrate.

And in the quiet hours,

When all has been said and done,

Slowly, surely, life will stir..

And a new cycle will have begun.