Seasons pass to fall from summer.

Life grows still and forests slumber.

Reds, Yellows, and browns from green

the passing moments of life, unseen.

Leaves that fall to blanket the ground

Moments lost cannot be found

Fires smolder in the morning's cold

The scent still lingers pungent bold

Steamed up windows, crystal panes

outside, the chilly country lanes.

Coffee warms a deep-chilled soul.

Crisp, clear is the church bells toll