Writer1326

As the years go by, 

the seasons may become a blur,

but late in the evenings of autumn, 

you’ll hear the wind start to sigh. 

The saying 'you don't know what you have until it's gone,' 

is a truth that feels like a weighted curse, one you'll never be rid of. 

Seasons change quicker than we realize, as winter holds fall close,

I try to notice things others wouldn’t,

but sometimes it’s as hard as finding a certain star

in the night sky full of millions that reflect like a mirror.

Although, for all the small things I take note of,

When the wind is an icy hug,

and the snow is a blanket, holding the ground snug,

when the trees no longer sway, rocking back and forth, 

and a fire is ablaze next to a comforting hearth,