They are subtle at first;
A change in the air;
Longer days or nights;
Cooler or warmer.

One day the trees are bare;
Then they have new leaves;
Before you know it,
They are gold and orange.

Spring’s lovely fragrance warms
To summer’s pungency;
Before you know it,
Winter’s chill is here.

Snow mixes with rainfall;
Then gives way to sun;
Cool and warm mingle
Till summer heat rules.

Then the days grow shorter
And shadows darken
It’s time for sweaters
And winter parkas.


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