by Profe Steve
Winter knocked upon the door Rattled windows with a roar
Please depart! I am not ready! Doubt increased, swirling eddy.
Leaves have now begun to turn, Yet I still have so much to learn;
Seasons left yet to explore Seas to sail ere seeking shore.
Where my time went no one knows But it’s too soon to seek repose.
Body tired, but mind still keen, Heart yearn for more days unseen.
I turn my back on winter snow Embracing autumn’s brilliant show,
Changing colors painting rest As sunlight fades into the west.
Spurn for now the chill of sorrow Ask again upon the morrow.