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 refuge.

There are places of snow or 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 your rooftops, ice on your windows.

Down floats the wet snow, falling to the ground,

Does it make a sound?
Don’t think so,

Feel it, smell it, Winter soon will be here.

      Keith Garrett