WeatherSystems

Time went by so fast. I cannot remember all the moments as she told me once again the seasons were changing. The flower buds, the birds in the yard, the smell of fresh cut grass. Azure skies daunted on the horizon with towering cumulus clouds to keep one at guard. The stature of the the trees unfolding their glory before your eyes. The wind whispers in your ear as raindrops tickle your fancy. Yeah it is time. Might as well be. A change of pace, a change of attire, a change of expression, a change of hope and of course a change of seasons. Spring has sprung, the grass has ris' and I wonder where the little birdies is? She chuckles and turns her head as she departs, I smile, I fret . . .  . but yet I know the seasons are changing.