Change of Season

When did the days,

become so very short?

When did time go by so quickly?

*

A cold north wind,

brushed my cheek

and I realized summer had gone,

but in a blink of the eye.

Change of season,

had taken place.

Songbirds had flown,

had I known they were taking wing,

sad songs I would sing.

Long will be the time,

when their symphonies we’ll hear.

*

Before I knew it,

the day began

and just as quickly ended.

The dark, long nights,

have ascended

and it seems such a long way to go,

before the bright days -

of spring and summer return.

*

There is all of autumn ahead,

a dark tunnel,

filled with swirling leaves,

that will soon be followed -

by silvery falling snowflakes.

*

And I?

Shall protest against the freezing cold,

protest against the snow and ice.

Only be glad for the beauty,

of ice flowers Jack Frost will bring,

to my window pane.

Cold northern winds,

that will blow

and there’ll be a white and frozen land.

It will be so harsh and cruel,

before the light of day ,

shines again.

The long, dark nights have ascended

and I have to follow through,

step by step -

till the seasons change once more.

I protest against the harshness,

the darkness,

settling down to grump –

until spring jumps over the windowsill.