There is no cold to punctuate each turn
The leaves do not always fall
Yet there are signals that the seasons are changing
Signals that answer to a subtler call
As the sun returns to the sky
It is to these that I must look to find my way
They are more attuned then I to the rhythms around us
Where they lead I must follow
The greater world around us speaks in quite changes
We have only to listen to that voice
And find peace in those quieter calls
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