In the orange of October when the leaves begin descending
and the TV sets are tuned in to football, never ending,
Trick or treaters slowly venture through my open dooryard gate
and lights are strung real early, in case Christmas coming's late.
Amidst the snow that's yet to come, and warmth that's tucked away,
comes the season, glazed with white that encompasses my day.
The frosted days and ice-cold nights that trouble us as weather
Tempt us more to stay at home, keeping families together.
As snow recedes into the ground and sinking mud advances,
The flowers begin to bloom again. Their aroma enhances
The breath of spring, the growing blooms of flowers perennial,
breaking through the fertile ground as we prepare our annuals.
Of outdoor delights and barbecues and beaches on the shores,
We bask in sun, swim a bit and open up our doors.
With breezes blowing past the sills, and mosquitos surviving
We silently Thank the Lord for new seasons arriving.
I watch the summer birds go South, with geese in quick pursuit.
The orchards giving birth and dropping different kinds of fruit.
Suddenly in New England, my world changes to colors.
Of reds, oranges, greens and golds, even many yellows.
The schools begin and yellow buses whisk most kids away.
To listen, learn and appreciate the season of the day.
As things are lost, we gain the most, by appreciating change
It teaches us God's canvas is his attempt to rearrange
The scenic intervention and the coming of the new.
Man can only interfere with what God plans to do.
Sometimes the seasons are like life. Nothing's as before.
We must meet each daily challenge and be prepared to grapple more.
So now back where we once began, I recognize the sending
of coming out and going in, the seasons never ending.
The chilly breeze, the empty trees, are shadowing the dawn,
As I, too, change and rearrange, my life continues on.
Bev Bryant