Tis the season of quiet sleep
For the universe who must carefully keep
All the seeds that have fallen down
While the leaves were turning brown.
Tis the season of mystic change
Plants and trees must rearrange
Colder days are drawing near
No more chirping birds we hear
Tis the season of snow and chill
Bitter cold holds tight the will
Somber notes are all around
Winter colors soon are found
Tis the season for you and me
To appreciate what we cannot see
Hidden beneath the cold and chill
Are the imprints of the Eternal Will
Such a beautiful poem - and so appropriate for this time of year.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing.