SEASONS: We thought this would be a good time to share some poetry from Donald Neal of Bradford. This one is titled Autumn:

The gray clouds linger in the sky,

With at times a brief period of rain.

The wind blows softly through the trees,

It is the beginning of autumn again.

The trees with their leaves of green,

That stood tall throughout the long summer days.

Now shudder in the winds of autumn,

Their leaves in colorful display.

We are in awe when the seasons change,

We marvel at the beauty before our eyes.

The distant mountains capped with snow,

Reaching high into the skies.

Soon the trees will shed their colorful coats,

And stand naked in the winter’s snow.

Until in the warm rains of spring,

A new coat of green will grow.

The days are warmed by the autumn sun,

The nights are cooler than before.

The job preparing for winter,

Has become a yearly chore.

With leaves to rake and carry away,

And storm windows to install.

These are just some of the tasks,

That must be done in early fall.

The old snowblower must be checked and started,

And get other tools to deal with the snow.

Get out the winter coats and mittens,

Before those cold winter winds start to blow.

Every year seems to be like the one before,

Sometimes it seems like a boring routine.

But we all look for the beauty in the changing seasons,

Especially the beauty of a winter scene.

We must be thankful for each season,

And the changes that we see.

What will happen in the new season,

Is Mother Nature’s mystery.