Weather or not, be content

Softly falling to the ground
Colored leaves are all around.
Summer’s sigh is autumn’s breeze
Or maybe it’s just winter’s tease.

Bronze skin now returns to white
Longer grows the dark of night
Cider brews upon the stove
Here, add just a bit more clove

Since we must endure winter’s chill,
Thank God for how he gently instills
Warmth in our hearts with vibrant trees
Beauty the hopeful will perceive

He turns down the heat outside
We move together to survive
The air feels different
For now this is sufficient.