Sudden inspiration from the sea
And the blue skies
Cool breeze leading
To the turning of the leaves
Into the fall colours
The gold, the orange, the crimson reds
The green foliage vanishing
So fast
The fog moves in
Wrapping it all in a haze
Gentle and cold
And time flies
There is no doubt
That the seasons
As uncertain as they have been
Ran through
The pages of the calendar
But the dreams and the hopes
Stuck around no matter what
Were not defeated and prevailed
Even when confronted
By dark clouds
