A changing season
marking time,
Another silly ‘season’-rhyme,
Another sun-splashed
Autumn day,
A leaf-strewn path
to run and play,
Another golden light
to see
Another day
with you and me.
I love to spend
the seasons here
though slowly
they leak life and youth,
But you are constant
as the seasons
and I hold to it as truth:
That will never change.
Beyond Panic 