Ancient sentinels quietly ready for sleepShedding their clothes in primeval forests deepPatiently awaiting a soft blanket of whiteTo hold silent vigil through the long, cold night
Squirrels frolic in the grass.Oak leaves turn a shade of brass.Combines harvest fields of corn.Another year is almost worn.
Ovens play with pumpkin pieKindreds stay for feasts of mirthClouds betray the sunlit skyTrees repay their mother earth
A crisp, clear sky of deep maroonUshers in the harvest moonThe moon bleeds light upon my bedIn harvest hues of rust and red
With summer heat now in the pastMagical colors are finally castBefore the winter stormy blastGlorious fall is here at last
Fallen leaves conceal the ground, the earth is set ablaze,This moment of tranquil beauty waits for Winters icy glaze.Natures canvas is brought to life, she paints in autumn huethe season fading before her eyes, its transient weeks too few.
Once filled with life, in a tree up high,Green I stood against the summer sky.Now turned golden, in the wind I fly,Twirling to the ground, alas I die.
The children I have loved are grown,Loving children of their own.All things end, both great and small,But every winter starts with fall.
Wonderous colors line the wayThe forest beckons a walk this dayI ponder the journey and where it might leadBut enter I must (my senses freed)
The gibberish of whispering leavesAnnounces fall while nature grievesGreen, yellow, red, brownSeasonal death is coming down