Season of change

The corn is down--as of Sunday--and the first frost came today.

And the farm's for sale. The agent was showing around an out-of-towner this morning.

With all this cold and early darkness I am falling to sleep at like 9 at night.

Lately I've been thinking about that old saying, how there is a season for everything.

And how when a season is upon you, you simply can't stop the change it brings.

The way you cant stop the river from flowing, or the dry earth from having cracks.

ahhh, so the season of quiet

and change

quiet change?

is here....