Fall came dressed in scarlet reds and brilliant golds, beautifully adorning each tree,
cider and donuts always a staple on the fall menu, leaves are raked into high
mounds where children delight to dive in, bond fires light up the evening sky,
and hot dogs and marchmallows roasted over the flames have never tasted better,
hayrides never sease to thrill, turkey and stuffing is a must with cranberries,
and pumpkin pie, mounds of potatoes and gravy tantalize the taste buds, and a
prayer of thankfulness is offered.
A cold north wind ushered winter in, a billowy white snow blankets a colorless
landscape, the cardinals appear, their red feathers ablaze against the glistening
snow, lovely decorated wreaths are placed on doors, hot cocoa, home baked
cookies in a vast supply, rosy cheeked children slide down snowny slopes, then
climb back up and slide down again, oh, what great fun "Come all ye faithful
and Joy to the world, have made their way to each door .
Spring declared its arrival with several weeks of rain that seemed unending,
the air was cool and the first signs of new birth arrived, little green buds sprung
forth on the trees, the sun began to bathe the earth in welcomed rays of warmth
, ants began busily building their homes, crickets were serenading the night, little
by little the days grew longer, the sun shone brighter, the south winds blew warmer.
One sun kissed day, summer arrived in her gay apparel, she brought with her a
palette of breathtaking colors, the grass a regal shade of green, flowers lifted their
beautiful little heads up from beneath the earth, in a glorious
spectrum of color, a feast for the eyes, a fragrance that tantalized the senses,
wafted in on a gentle breeze through the open window, I saw children playing,
heard them laughing as they peddled by on their bikes, seeing them with nothing
more important to do than running through the sprinklers and following the tune of
an ice cream truck,
The birds in their lovely colors, lend beauty to the eye, fluttering about singing their
thankfulness, feeling the pure joy of life, I so enjoy standing at the window watching
them, circled around on the feeders filling themselves with a hearty meal, others
pecking at the ground beneath, I get immense joy watching the squirrels scampering
about, peering into the pots hooked onto the fence for them, looking to see what
sumptuous fare has been placed in them today, some hanging upside down on the
fence to eat, some sat right down in the pot to have their meal, wiggling and swishing
their bushy little tails, if only we could bid summer stay, Oh, but I know, much like the
ebb and flow of the ocean, the waves come in and flow out again, so must the seasons,
we must hold fast, the splendor in each one.