Come sit with me this frosty morn
And watch the sun arise
To see the wonders of this life
In colors so striking and bright.
The summers kiss has all but gone
Her flowers gone to ground
The leaves have all but fallen
Turn bright in golden brown.
Winters touch will soon be here
With its winds and bitter cold
To play this part of life a-new
As spring can then unfold.
-Antony King © 2016