Autumn's Golden Days

The change is upon us...the days are shortening and mornings are cool. We snuggle beneath the covers and struggle to rise, but the morning comes sunny and blue and we have no choice but to revel in the wonders of the day.

The following lyrics are from my song, "When The Snow Flies"

(Copyright 2003 -- All Rights Reserved). Enjoy.

Winter comes to Colorado. You can feel it on the wind, so soft and sentimental. It calls you back and brings you home once again. The sun rises high on the canyon walls and the meadow grass turns brown. Leaves from the cottonwood trees fall in a golden carpet on the ground. I live a thousand lives -- I dream a million dreams when the snow flies.

Winter comes to Colorado , sometimes a lamb, sometimes howling on the wind. Everything changes with the snow. The forest sleeps til spring. Willows bend with their burdens and and the pine trees kiss and sigh. As I walk out in these open fields beneath the Milky Way tonight, I live a thousand lives -- dream a million dreams -- when the snow flies.

November in Colorado -- the leaves soon fly away. There's white caps on distant peaks and the sky is gray, sometimes for days. The river runs low, but the river runs clear. The trees stand tall and brave. A fire burns in this heart tonight to keep the cold away. I live a thousand lives -- dream a million dreams -- when the snow flies.

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