From the desk of "The Unknown Poet " this month comes a seasonal poem. Suitable for all ages I hope you enjoy it.

"The Changing Of A Season"
By: Donald R. Xander

Jack comes to my window now,
Tapping on my pane.
I do not know when, why or how,
Or how long he'll remain.

He seems to be more quiet now,
A stillness just like death.
But I know that he drops by somehow,
I feel it in his breath.

Some say if I see him,
Give him their regards.
And they wouldn't like to be him,
In the changing of the guards.

Yet others like to question,
For no apparent reason.
They hate the mere suggestion,
Like the changing of a season.

October 1, 2020, on Masonic Home Patton School Alumni Association Facebook page.