A Change of Season
You feel it in the wind,
a coldness,
an abandonment.
Warmth teasing you
like a child playing peekaboo,
there and not there,
the morning sunlight suddenly cold,
the lush green slowly feeling,
colors turning crisp and then,
day by day, brown.
About this poem.
Seasons. Life in general. Things change. A simple thing. Yes so complex
Tom
Quarry House 
Tom, I love your poetry and photography. You are part of my daily inspiration! Blessings!!!
Thank you, and bless you my friend.
Thank you, and bless you my friend. I may be down your way for work later this month. If I am, I’ll let you know. Maybe we can get together.