Time Spins

The sun is shinging, leaves blowing about,
Air is colder, of that there's no doubt.

Soon they'll be no color, 'round the birdbath,
And no pretty flowerings, on patches of grass.

Frost will cover the ground 'round here,
And whitetail deer, will bound about in fear.

Years spin faster than Las Vegas roulettes,
New Years, Easter, 4th of July gone...you bet.

Then Halloween, Thanksgiving'n Christmas 'll fly by,
Like a parade down Main, on the 4th of July!