In a Season of Time by Karrie Bordeau

Early morning rise, right on schedule 
The frost blankets the ground 
As the black crow beckons and calls 
To the empty nest of the song bird
Who is long gone now
Away in a warm, sunny place
Alive with flowers and busying bees. 

This world is packed away
Stored for months to come
Feeling like there’s no end in sight
As the sun pulls the dark sheet over
The air grows cold, the days short. 
This house has replaced the sun’s warmth. 

The children wake in this quiet place
Rumaging as time ticks down.
We are all on a timeline now
A to-do list before the hour gives
Pack the bag, make the snack, 
Heavier clothes, layer upon layer.  

Off they go, out the door
Paving their path of insight and curiosity
In a glimmering world, rich with beauty. 
We too have carved our route
With a constant change beneath our feet
Forever marked by the seasons of time.