Feel the tempreture drop
Biting winds swirl and blow
Leaves that have made such beautiful show
in a last desparate attempt to stay
From death, from decay.
Animals scurry to find food and shelter
To sustain them through the coming cold.
The damp mist blanket the earth like shroud
The tiniest whisper echos loud.
Earth prepares to lie in wait
Until the stirring begins……