THE THIRD SEASON


 

 

THE THIRD SEASON

 

You lay in bed

Windows open

Filtered air off

Slight breezes

Bright stars

Dewy grass

Different sounds

Air smells crisp

Fall has come

Heat bids goodbye

Winter approaching

But tonight

This is the night

I will mask in

With calm delight.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

9/18/2015