Seasons Change

One of the things I love most about countries with temperate climates is the changing of the seasons. In the tropics, we have but two.


I love autumn most of all, when the leaves change in dramatic bursts of color. A last hurrah before they fall, signifying the transition to the silence of white winter.


I've noticed a shift in the tone of quite a number of blogs that I follow. So many people seem to be entering a season of heartbreak and heartache. At least two have shuttered their blogs - hopefully just a temporary retreat, while they lick their wounds in private and hibernate in peace.


After the Fall enters the Winter of our discontent. All this has happened before, and all this will happen again. 


'Tis but the changing of the seasons.

The summer knows. The summer's wise.

She sees the doubts within your eyes.

Everything has its season. Everything has its time.

Show me a reason and I'll soon show you a rhyme.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.

But the wine and the song, like the seasons, have all gone

         When autumn sheds the leaves the trees are bare

When you're not here it doesn't feel the same.

The falling leaves drift by the window. The autumn leaves of red and gold.

I see your lips, the summer kisses. The sun-burned hands I used to hold.

Like a sturdy tree that's seen a thousand seasons, I've to shed my leaves in winter to grow them back in spring.

To welcome life again. To welcome you.

We tell ourselves another season.We turn away and find the reason.
But love decides how things must be. And love is stronger far than we.

Almost mockingly, the sign at the end of the road says "Happy."

Who's to say it will not be so when Spring returns?
But in the meantime

If you’ve learned
Your lesson well
There’s little more
For her to tell
One last caress
It’s time to dress
For fall...