Fall into Winter

Fall into Winter

The dog days of August are long past.

Fragrant green grass and

southern breezes are a memory.

Foliage on trees is sparse,

winds from the north rustle the pines.

It's the season of brilliant colors,

open sky through the leafless oaks,

the aroma of wood burning stoves,

and of comfortable sweaters.

We're mindful of the coming cold

with dormant plants and creatures.

Soon bitter cold with deep snow

and biting wind will keep us

indoors. Still we foresee

the warming to come after this

white forgery of a dead world.

"open sky through leafless oaks"

"cold with deep snow"