Autumn is singing songs in my head.

Summer has gone into hiding under my bed.

Winter is sending me postcards from snow capped peaks.

Spring is telling me to buy flower buds in heaps.

I paint all the leaves in colours bright.

Changing seasons are nothing we can fight.

Soon there will be sprinklings of frost on every bough.

But before we know farmers their fields will plough.

Autumn's song I gladly sing.

Summer's sleep new things will bring.

Winter's journey is soon at an end.

Spring's flower will be as a long lost friend.

We rake the leaves that fall.

Remember adventures even if small.

A fire's warmth I need to feel.

Spinning the seasons on life's big wheel.