evening time for bed

i watch the numbers fall winter's last blow
the night won't be warm nor the day too cold
the birds and flowers are now becoming bold
we've not seen even the smallest flake of snow
yesterday we saw a dark bird perhaps a crow
on the green grass that's not yet been sold
we see a story here one that's been much told
we wonder why the change still seems so slow
now what i know may not be all that much
i'm not an ignorant type but learning's hard
as you get older and you want some ease
still i know that i've got to keep fully in touch
the way to knowledge is never truly barred
although the saucy muse is ever wont to tease