Winters Call

Winters Call The leaves of autumn act out in defiance Clinging to their branches, desperate to remain Their brilliant red and gold has now grown rusty Their voices rustling glumly in the trees Chilling winds encroach upon the landscape A prelude to a season yet to come Preparing a new canvas on which nature Will create a new and brilliant pastel theme Pale blues and pinks and whites soon overtake us Icy fingers pinch color to our cheeks Sounds of the season seem to speak more softly Muted by the presence of the snow Life’s tempo moves now with a quickened cadence A new urgency is added to our tread We surrender to the pristine hills and meadows And embrace a world alive with Winters breath