An Unopened Book
Seasons
The Leaves are begining to change.
The weather is getting colder.
The evening winds whisper,
that fall is coming.
The mountains are filled with color,
the leaves pile on the ground,
leaving the trees barren and thin.
The feeling of loneliness,
is in their image.
The seasons are changing,
soon winter will be here.
The white crystal snow will fall,
Filling the city with bitter cold.
But, the thought of spring,
pulls you through the chill.
Until spring we will enjoy,
the changing of the colors,
the feel of snow flakes on,
your face.
Until springs sunshine,
Falls on your face.
D. Cody Herring
Copyright ©2003 D. Cody Herring
The weather is getting colder.
The evening winds whisper,
that fall is coming.
The mountains are filled with color,
the leaves pile on the ground,
leaving the trees barren and thin.
The feeling of loneliness,
is in their image.
The seasons are changing,
soon winter will be here.
The white crystal snow will fall,
Filling the city with bitter cold.
But, the thought of spring,
pulls you through the chill.
Until spring we will enjoy,
the changing of the colors,
the feel of snow flakes on,
your face.
Until springs sunshine,
Falls on your face.
D. Cody Herring
Copyright ©2003 D. Cody Herring
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