Out here dancing In the cold
I find refuge beneath the baren trees
In a bed of softened leaves.
I hear the whispers from the bark
That winter is on it's way
But today the sun is out
And underneath blue sky I will play.
I rise and retreat with the sun
And look back for one more glimpse
Of those soft fall hues
Before the harsh crisp air
Has time to chill my bones.
What I don't realize is
This one fall day
will never
Fall again.
Beautiful and thoughtful!!
ReplyDeleteBut the fact that each day, fall, spring, winter or summer, was always intended to be different, thus we always have a new experience to forward to.
ReplyDeleteLova, Lova,
Papa R.