I guess it is that time of year
when sunset gives more time to twilight
an overcast darkened by the warm light
painted beautifully on mirror calm lake

I think it is that time of year
as the cold numbs your mind at daybreak
a nice time to rest yet you have to stay awake
to rise and start another period of day

I know it is that time of year
when I have to glance back at my way
good one, bad one, or at a point midway
to find or create something of value

I am sure it is that time of year
as memories recall jolliness and rue
to hit reset and start the journey anew
back to origin and to people I hold dear.