Seasons sweep over me

A nice poem of the season for the poetry lovers out there.  Enjoy!

With the crisp in the air

The cold in my hair

a better sense of season

The season sweeps over me

Letting go of the green

I embrace the color of winter seen

Taking in the smell of leaves

Change sweeps over me

To the trees now quite bare

To the flowers wilted fair

Warmth of chimney soon to be

Winter and fall sweep over me

Family life and Holiday

Travels food and skies dark grey

All lead to the hope that soon

Another season will sweep over me.

The Fruit Company® got its start in 1942 when Roy Webster began selling apples and pears from his orchards located in Hood River, Oregon. The area was perfect for growing fruit thanks to the volcanically enriched soil and glacial water from the nearby Mt. Hood. The fruit was exceptional. The company was passed down from father to son and today is owned and operated by Roy's Grandson Scott Webster.

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