Change of Seasons
Much lament the Northerners
who move to warmer climes
"I'll miss the change of seasons,
when there's only palms and pines"
But travel south I implore,
From Maine to Holly Springs
to marvel at the palette
that a southern autumn brings
Vermillion of the sourwood
The scarlet of Black Gum
Poplar yellow as the sun
Lakes reflect the golden bronze
of Hickorys near by
The ever changing Cherry
against a temperate azure sky
From the ocean to the Blue Ridge
Carolina is ablaze
So, come enjoy the beauty
of our changing season days
Words and photos- BJ Barratt
