Winter's Harbinger

Time is moving slowly now

Tomorrow it will fly
It’s odd how, when I rest, it’s slow,
But work makes it fly by.
 
The seasons seem to me the same
Spring and summer fly fast,
But autumn lingers on a while
And winter’s never “past”.
 
It’s fortunate, then, that I love
The brilliant autumn days,
And that I relish the slow pace
Of winter’s rainy haze.
 
For autumn days are on us now,
They’ve settled in the trees
And whisper of the coming cold
On every chilly breeze.
 
I’m growing used to the slow pace
And to the cooler days,
I’m recalling how much I love
The drowsy winter ways.