Before the Sun Follows

Sunshine warms fluttering leaves

Red, yellow, brown, and green

The rush of the wind is no longer warm

Yet will always sing its meditative tune.

Grey clouds roll along

Bits of blue sky peek through

The sun tries its best to keep warm

Even though night pushes for preeminence

Walks are becoming mud-filled,

Heavy and wet.

Slip off cotton shirts and sandals,

Layer cashmere and wool.

When bitter cold and darkness close in,

One's soul can feel tight and alone.

Be like the grey clouds that roll along,

Knowing rain is soon followed by sunshine.