The forest floor is covered
In a colorful carpet of leaves,
The North wind whistles its eerie song
Through the barren branches of trees.
Soft flakes float like feathers
Falling without a sound,
They melt to glisten like morning dew
Once they touch the ground.
In the sky, the birds take flight
To form a ‘V’ shaped formation,
They know that they must travel far
To reach a warmer location.
The furry critters scurry about
Gathering food for their larder,
For they know the future months ahead
Will make finding food much harder.
Autumn is giving up her ghost
As the days grow shorter and colder,
And soon the world will have a blanket of white
For these are the tidings of winter.
Yvonne Horton November 20, 2013