|Brown and yellow drying leaves|
fall, intermittently from trees,
Cold raindrops splash from a nebulous sky,
another summer has passed us by.
Active days of outdoor fun
with balmy breeze and torrid sun,
Must be replaced with indoor mirth
as families gather round each hearth.
No season has monopoly,
no month can breed one's own ennui.
Deep down within life's inner core,
each holds the key that locks their door.