Seasonal Changes

I was out riding today and I noticed the clouds are moving higher in the sky.

It is as if they are saying, “We need to make room” but for what I wonder why.

The sky is changing its hue.  It is now a different shade of blue.

I scanned the mountains and admired the trees for they are changing, too.

Until now, the colors have been subtle, just barely enough to see.

Now the leaves are turning to red and yellow, some dropping and quietly blowing all around me.

The temperature is taking on that special chill that only comes with September.

As I admire god’s handiwork, I now pause, contemplate and remember.

As children my brothers and I would rake the leaves into a single pile.

Once the pile was high enough we would dive into them for a while.

Eventually we would tire of this game and our Mother would make a demand.

Those leaves needed to bagged and burned as per her command.

Along with the chore we were told to do, we received a wonderful treat.

As the autumn breeze fanned the burning leaves we planned for something sweet.

We found some sticks and took a bag of marshmallows, a gift from mother dear.

Roasted marshmallows were a treat to enjoy, one more blessing of this time of year.

Now I have grown older but I still have memories that are sweet.

My memories include the birth of spring as well as the summer heat.

It also includes the autumn breeze which cools the earth, preparing her for rest.

After this came snowy winters with icicles and winds with rising zest.

Winter, summer, spring or fall, I know not which I love the best.