We're having a beautiful Indian Summer, or Golden October, as we say in Germany. It doesn't exactly inspire motivation for sitting in the office all day. Alas, just as time and tide waits for no man, neither does the weather.
Fall always makes me think of the seasons, of change, and the inevitability of it. And it makes me feel lyrical.
This poem is the result.
Fall always makes me think of the seasons, of change, and the inevitability of it. And it makes me feel lyrical.
This poem is the result.
The Change Of Seasons
by Pia Newman
Summer falls
with golden leaves
and blistering rain.
Winter rises
with misty breath
and mounting snow
until it fades
in melting rivers
and growing daylight
Summer springs
into blooming action
and brightly reigns
until its Fall,
as inevitable
as its Spring
with golden leaves
and blistering rain.
Winter rises
with misty breath
and mounting snow
until it fades
in melting rivers
and growing daylight
Summer springs
into blooming action
and brightly reigns
until its Fall,
as inevitable
as its Spring
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