Years (Seasons) - Thanksgiving

On rainy nights

Our house is a blessing

It keeps us dry

And I try to remember

To be grateful for it

And when winter comes to say

This is your home

This is where you’ll stay

On my birthday spring comes

And I want it to

Bury me with all the other ones who bloom

And send me off quick

From where old and young meet

Wearing all green

In the bright fog

What brings dear summer evenings

When all things are easy

And our house is as big as it is silly

With laughable doom

The first rains fall through

The breath that I lose

Rushing under our roof