Tis time once again for the
geese have flown away
shorts and sandals stored
in closets; bathing suits on
sale and coats placed fresh
on the rack
When the last leaf falls
all the memories of
swimming pool laughter
and Halloween treats will
be swept away
Bare trees start to quiver
in the frigid wind and flakes
of Heaven veil upon them as
we seat happily in our heated
homes sipping a cup of toasty,
hot chocolate
Children trot out to play with
happy faces that remind us of
the childhood we once used to
know and love, no matter how
much the wind bit our skin we
would stay out until our mothers
had to drag us back inside
As most would perceive this
heart-filling time as muck and
drudgery, we poets have the
willing heart to savor its beauty
and comfort for tis little wonders
such as this that make life worth
living
Tis the season of all seasons that
brings us the color of harmony and
that, my friends, is indeed a miracle
***Please do not comment on grammar or format of this poem. I want it this way.
