Changing Seasons

Changing Seasons Now is that long awaited Summer past. That short sunlit Season of warm content, That fleeting fragrant petalled interlude When fertile Summer’s song prevailed. Now the Season turns and Autumn sets her mark When, on long shadowed days, birds gather And summoned by unknown calls depart To far distant nests as days pass to a slow beat. Playful spirits toss the falling leaves, Late Summer storms fill the air As restless ghosts of All Halllow's Eve stir. In deep burrows Nature settles to Winter’s rest. Now secret mists hide the rippling rill And Autumn sings her song in a Minor key.