A Journal in Time

Myriad Writings from the Desk of Isyldar

Seasons Change

Winter’s gone, and spring has come.
Summer too now is through.
We look now to fall that it may come,
and bring us its glow, many coloured hue.

Listen now, the seasons go, spring and summer,
winter too. Summer to end, and winter to come.
Let the leaves change, and the day grow short.
Summer is done, and winter must come.