Seasons Dreaming

As we say goodbye to another season and to the ground,the leaves make their way
 Caught up in the swirling Autumn breeze,they're ready for their rest and decay
The winter months are making their way,ever so much closer
 I hate the thought of their chilling winds,that freeze you good and proper
Already,I'm longing for the warm summer months,to warm our very core
 Or to be basking on some foreign beech,as the surf caresses the shore
It doesn't cost you anything to let imaginations flow
 Its just the bump you feel when dreaming stops,and back to reality you go