It’s your season.
when the leaves fall
and the weather gets cold
when the heart beats faster
and the snow starts to flow.

It’s your season.
when your breath is on the wind
and the moon brings the wolves
when the world sighs in silence
and we remember all the violence.

It’s your season. 
when the night falls much too early
and the cold rain soaks the earth
when the heart has not forgotten
and the world still yet turns.

It’s your season.
when grief pops up at random
and the memories float like clouds
when the love we never forgot surfaces
and like a library book, we check out.

It’s your season. 
The season of life and death. 
A time to remember. 
And a time to never forget. 
*Becky*, it’s your season.