You know when Autumn comes a calling,
When dying leaves from trees are falling.
And Winter shows its frozen face,
When snowflakes land in quiet grace.
...
That night I caught a falling star,
During summer so warm and clear.
I thought of how and where you were,
That night I caught a falling star.
...
Seasons Of My Time
You know when Autumn comes a calling,
When dying leaves from trees are falling.
And Winter shows its frozen face,
When snowflakes land in quiet grace.
And Spring returns with clear fresh dew,
Feeding buds and shoots all new.
And Summer burns itself alive,
When bees a bustle around the hive.
And I wish the seasons of my time,
Could be so easy to define.
(9/9/2005, Newcastle, England)