Make the year new

With snow on the sand dunes of Lake Michigan

Chicago and the fall of white crisp

Flakes

To take the new direction

That life will bring

In a new year

Of life

And joy

The dunes of Christmas

Shore up on Lake Michigan

Again and again

The winds blow snow and rain

Summer and plain winter

To take up the roads of tomorrow

With the winding dunes of today

We prepare for Christmas

To be together in a warm living room

Together we will be

Soon

Swaying in the palm trees

The last cast of the sunshine rays

Over the mountains

That bring you to the city

Where the flow of wind slows

During the winter

And just the ripe of trees

Set out to see the morning off

Take in the sun of hope

As we learn to love under the

Lights of Christmas Eve

Undone from the beginning gun

Run

Run

From the losses that reign

Triumphant over humanity

Take the feather of the bird

And place it in your hand

Only to have the wind blow away the

Delicate fibers

Then you will understand

News upon the horizon

Can spell disaster now

Upon the once great

Old town

For the darkness grows in weakness

In the lack of light and air

The wickedness grows like roots

In a tale twisted in fate

The fire of truth being extinguished

But not fearing

For the light will return

And the truth will win

On a day that no one

Expects

What is that in the distance

Cool but even

In a world destroyed in the aftermath of

Desperation and manipulation

The tables of time have turned

Upon their heads

The salve of the hour

Has arrived

As the searing truth

Has yielded to the seeing

A blinding light

And to those who are aware

And look away

They shall rejoice

In the light of day

That has come from the truth

For only the truth

Can set us free

The blinding light of searing truth

Turn the righteous away blind

Those meek souls who are protected

Rejoice in the truth

For the light has set them free

In the light of the season

Orange in it’s hues

To the nights

And the chills

Evening through

Take the breathe of light

Into the depth of the lungs of past summers

To take in the night

Crisp as all

So here are words homaged

To the days of fall

In a season of change

When nothing will remain the same

Under the sun of orange glow

Where the leaves fall and go

Into the night and into the land

From the woods and into the

Winds of time

From these winds blow to the place

Where the leaves go silent

And not even a trace

Of summer will last

The maple from the seasons harvest

In the crisp autumn sets

The fire of the evening burning

One last flame

As the fall set’s in

October at the fence line

While the moon sets the leaves

As the cold and warm intertwine

To bring the season of pumpkin

Again and again