WINTER SOON WILL COME
Falling from the trees are beautifully colored leaves,
Raining down many shapes upon the ground.
Shorter become the days’ as above, the mountains wear shadows,
There’s a chill that’s alive, lives on through the night.
All creatures of difference are preparing for the season,
Gathering food, taking their Winter refuge.
There are places of snow or just land that’s cold,
It’s a feeling in the wind, a crispness, a brisk sting.
Cold, cold, and foggy, dampness when you awake,
Ice on the rooftops, ice on your windows.
Down floats the wet, white, snow, falling to the ground,
Does it make a sound,? this I don’t think.
Feel it, smell it, Winter soon will be here.