TIS THE SEASON

by Dr. Rick McGrath, Ph.D.
(Modesto)

TIS THE SEASON

Fall has come and trees lay bare
From meadows to fields the lot
Blown in the air without a care
Fallen now and left to rot

The colors of gold, and red
No longer painting a back drop
As winter comes cold we dread
Into their holes the rabbits hop.

Time for family celebrations more
Make plenty the harvest we eat
Knocking loudly at the family door
The pitter patter of the children’s feet.

Holidays come and they go so fast
It was summer, fall now winter more
No time to enjoy memories of past
Listen to the waves as they crash the shore.

Soon to come the sun of spring restore
New life with memories just ahead
Life and treasures to be held we adore
Tis the season to hoist celebratory bread.

Written by Dr. Rick McGrath, Ph.D.