As Autumn's Breeze

Crimson leaflets w i s p like a tornado, piles of kid fun my daughter starts to make. The cool brisk air will soon turn into snow, as the autumn b r e e z e will turn into flakes. December arrives and white dust covers, a blizzard falls and snowmen are then made, Time for romantic skating with lovers, as the cold twilight moon begins to f a d e. Gazing out my bay window in pure awe, g l o w i n g ice crystals hang on my awning. I swear that chilly, cold Jack Frost I saw, sipping on hot cocoa, I start yawning. The bosom of the short days surround me, embers from the safe fireplace warm my chill. Radiant * * *sparkles * * * fill my Christmas tree, as the snow-capped pine trees gently stand still. Mother Nature birthed beauty with such e a s e, with the dawn of Winter from Autumn’s b r e e z e. 12 September 2016