The season is changing,
It’s in the air.
How subtle at first,
As nights turn cooler and morning mist rise,
Short are the days, alone are the nights.
How sublet at first.
How faint is the sign.
It’s in the air yet undefined.
Unsure of its coming, unsure of its end.
Reaching out to keep warm as the sunlight dims.
Nights are cooler, morning mist more frequent.
Summer days are missed, warm sunshine a hit.
How sublet at first.
How faint is the sign.
It’s in the air yet undefined.
At first, yearning for sunshine is great,
But as days get shorter and cooler,
Memories of warm bright days fade,
And feelings once felt become faint and cool.
How sublet at first.
How faint is the sign.
It’s in the air yet undefined.
Days in the sun, face feeling its warmth,
Missed are they, wanting them back.
But gone are they until another day,
Until another season turns.
How sublet at first.
How faint is the sign.
It’s in the air yet undefined.
Memories of seasons past never fade,
Warmth never forgotten,
But cool morning mists temper thoughts gone past,
As cool days become quite and subdued.
How sublet at first.
How faint is the sign.
It’s in the air yet undefined.
New dawn days bring different bright light but never like seasons past.
Seasons of old, unique and bold, but never replace new days untold.
As sunshine returns and we awake, new dawn brings warmth,
And bright new light as seasons pass.
How sublet at first.
Now sure of the sign,
It’s in the air, and well defined.
