That Time Of Season Again Poem by Arti Chopra

Its that time of the season again,
nature is wearing a frown,
the wind has a creeping chill in it,
and the leaves turn green to golden brown.

The days are short and dreary,
getting out of bed is a task,
why can't it always be summer
is a question that I would like to ask.

But Ah the colours of fall.....
natures palette is alive once again,
greens and yellows turning to orange,
heralding the winter snow and rain.

Soon the trees will be bare,
shorn of all leaves but few,
and even in this starkness
there lies a certain beauty, its true.

The evergreens are the sentinels,
standing guard so green and tall,
the pines, the spruces, the blue firs, and the holly
will turn into white guardian angels, with the snowfall.

Each season has its charm,
each season leaves its mark,
knowingly we brace up for every one,
so in life, there are times,
both warm and dark and dreary,
we just have to know what is to be done.

after winter will come summer,
and good times after bad,
have faith and patience to persevere,
God made all the seasons,
and he also gives trying times
teaching us, to have the fortitude to bear.