Winter's First Breath

Winter's First Breath

An icy wind bemoans across the meadow
Fall leaves scatter in a magnificent potpourri
Transforming the colors in transition
The natural cycle’s final torrent

Browns, yellows, greens all become bare
As the first signs unveil of the dreaded winter
Cascading through the air, effortless
Taking the power from the autumn sheriff

Winter arrives, conquering the ennui
Displaying its might, playing the enforcer
Autumn gives in, sacrificing its changing colors
Once again the cycle dictates it goes dormant

Battering mercilessly the trees only garb
Naked the tree, confronts its fear
The leaves, its clothing, blown everywhere
It must survive the cold, survive its phobia

Sadly, the tree stands alone, patient
Barren until the sun once again brings warmth