A Change of Seasons
Looking very much like Jurassic Park,
When the mist rolls in and over the hills,
As autumn becomes winter, it grows dark
Much earlier, lights in the window sills.
Autumn leaves fly down the deserted street,
A winter breeze under a moon so bright,
The stars appear, the twilight so sweet,
It is a very special kind of night.
'Tis the change of seasons, a change of guard,
In a valley of green, the mist so white,
It floats into our street and our back yard,
It embraces our home and hugs us tight.
Life in the mountains is something special,
The earth feels so real, so ancient, so now,
Mother Nature on show - existential,
Beautiful world, 'creation' takes a bow.
Tomorrow the sun will come up again,
But a winter sun without any heat,
The cycle goes on, seasons without end,
And soon we will see a white winter sheet.
Copyright ⓒ Chris Ryall 2013