The Seasons of Life Continue

Swirling leaves in air, encrusted in snow,

Gardens are frozen, as howling winds blow.

Autumn’s delight, a fragmented past,

Golden hues dissipate, into a season of last.

Summer’s light, now brings early dark,

Gone are the lyrics of the passing lark.

Now bundled up, some mittens lost,

No longer is green, a fade to frost.