Does it seem gothic to you
When day and night looks ethereal
No longer sun
Chilled to the bone
You stand back and wonder
Has the world ended for you
Some think it's an illusion
To feel disillusioned
With life in general
But what happens here
The weather appears temperamental
And you are caught in a storm
Don't let the façade fool you
It is the usual thing
That's happening
When winter comes
Covering the terrain
With gauzy breath
And you look upon it with disbelief
Although brief
The four seasons has to show off their array
So you can say, ah, it is over,
Now for the change.
Maria