Seasons Change

         

                Seasons Change





I don’t need to be told

Never need a reason

It’s the third time this year.

The changing of the season.



Less light time to the days

Wishing they were longer

Signs of changing colors

Night breeze getting stronger.



Wood piles seem to appear

Where there were none before.

Yards seem messy and tired

Pretty flowers no more.



School buses roars at morning

Voices heard as they pass by

Mothers have their freedom

The world can hear their sigh.



New shoes for the children

That will pinch for a while.

Backpacks will be bulging

With school needs of the child.



Little hints of the fall

Each in it’s own way

Reminds me life moves on

To treasure every day.