All the pretty flowers blooming,
In the autumn southern sun.
Colours of yellow and gold,
Bobbing their heads in the Fall winds.
Shadows growing ever longer,
As the earth shifts even more.
Tis the change of the seasons,
That brings about a sadness.
Even tho there are still flowers about,
And leaves on the trees are turning,
It won't be long till all is gone,
And everything turns dull and brown.
It is a woefull time of year,
To see the colours changing so.
But then winter will come,
And everything again will change.
In the meantime and thereabouts,
Golds, yellows and oranges shout.
But soon they too will fade,
As the cold snips them far far back.
The grass slowly turns a grayish brown,
And becomes stiff and dry.
The leaves of trees will do the same,
As the winds blow them off their limbs.
All flowers and trees will become dormant,
Thru the winter months.
They wait for another time,
When spring brings them out again.
Ah well....... that's what life is about;
Changes and seasons.
This time of year is just,
And so is it's Autumn.
by Jann Newland
(copyright - Oct. 2002)
