Sunshine plays hide and seek today,
shadows don't linger long,
chased away by dark clouds
that thunder in the distance.
It wil rain, chasing away
summer's last "hurrah" until spring.
Nature sees that we need change,
to wear with life's seasons.
and so I get up in the morning, fresh and new.
Then I go to rest in the eve, my bones are tired and old.

Change of season beautifully described in this nice poem. -- Abe