Closing out the year
Another cycle ends
Weather juxtaposed
Last year’s snow
Winter’s dread
Seasons pay no heed to dates
Carving up the calendar
Each claiming their own stake
Tag Archives: Seasons
Ontario
Getting the crops in
Final season of bounty
Autumn arrives in a deciduous county
Colours set to bloom
Forest greens taking on hues
Red, orange and yellow
Purple and white
Resting at your feet
Painting the sky
Scattered on high winds
Falling leaves
Apples to pick
Final Quarter
Autumn rain, cool contrast to summer
Shimmering, pavement slick and black
Leaves changing
Forest soon to slumber
Winter comes
Always laughing last
Pre-dawn
The rain begins to fall
Tapping on the windows
Autumn comes to call
September goes by quick
Summer at an end
Check another off the list
Final months before the snow falls
Half a year in the cold
Never any easier
Winter soon takes hold
Cycle
Early morning
Idle time
The climbing sun comes at last
Another day dawns in earnest
The summer months go by fast
Flash of fire, then back to dark
Long nights and pitch black skies
Time seems to stretch on in the absence of the light
Late days of summer
Dry heat and signs of change
Green to orange, red and yellow
Autumn on its’ way
Leaves scattered by the wind
Temporary beauty, torn from the limbs
Static Years
New vistas call to me
I feel drawn beyond the horizon
Tired of all the same places my eyes come to rest
Summer creeps, slips by without notice
Autumn always falling next
Predictability
Wears me thin like my old jacket
Soon the cold
Winter rears its’ ugly head
Back to waiting
Same old dance
Spring rains will come again
Quick Cycle
Somewhere beyond barren trees and brown spans of grass
Colour comes again
Never meant to last
Passing days of Spring
Leading into Summer
Fall waiting in the wings
Then back to Winter slumber
Season blanketed by snow
Stealing all the covers
Half a year in the cold
Middle Weather
The cold rain falls
Wind whips it helter skelter
Change of seasons upon us
Still caught in the grips of winter
March comes hither
In like a lion
Roaring, clawing at windows
Best take shelter
Then, out like a lamb
Strange days on a northern strand
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