Change of a Season
Before a winter’s day.
The winds temperate.
We reap the golden hay,
Fall’s hold all too short a date.
The eye of heaven shines,
The green turns to gold and is dimmed;
The Sun begins to decline,
Nature changes course,
Summer starts to fade,
We lose possession of the warmth,
We are in Winter’s shade,
Time grows short.
So we begin to ski,
So winter gives life to thee.
By James Heil
