Sumthin' 'bout the seasonsI hear...
when you're born
'n raised in the Nor'lunds
it stirs your blood
the changin' of a season
the leaves rustle in the air
it's different
it beckons you
to solace
unlike any other
you feel the calm
as winter gives
chance to pause
and reflect
what you breathed
in the spring
and toiled in the summer
Autumn
my love
always beckons
home
crisp apple scents
in the air
books await your owning
fires cuddle memories
of a child
and the leaves
in your hair
s.wilson
