I don't do this very often, but this week, I'm feeling a bit melancholy, and when that happens, sometimes, the result is poetry. Hope you don't mind if I indulge in sharing here.
Change is Coming
This week the last of the leaves are turning
Preparing to drift to the ground
A layer of snow dusts the mountain tops
Preparing to stay for the winter
Farmers harvest their fields
People dust off their coats and boots
Getting ready for the temperatures to drop
Animals store their winter supplies
And build sturdy nests to keep them warm
While birds form flocks
And fly south.
The north wind blows
Bringing cold air and change
And a lone whistle sings
That winter is coming.
While families huddle close
Knowing changes in weather
Cannot steal love’s warmth
No matter where they live.
Are you ready?
Have a lovely weekend, and I hope you'll take time to notice the beauty resulting from seasonal changes. I know I will.