The leaves are rustling
The milo is its beautiful rusty red
The soybeans have lost their leaves and
are hanging there patiently awaiting harvest.
There's a nip in the air
A skip in my step
A scattering of fog rising from the ponds in the mornings
It's so like my childhood hometown weather.
Oh, Chautauqua County!
How I miss you at this time of year.
Reminds me of the seasons of our lives.
No season is ever the same.
Wait awhile and it WILL change
Nothing is forever,
I thank God for the EVER changing landscape,
for his NEVER ending, NEVER changing love.