The trees sway back and forth
And the last of the green summer leaves wave to and fro.
They wave as if to say goodbye to a season passed
And getting ready to fall and wither away--
Leaving its branches bare and naked.
They are getting ready for a cold winter ahead.
The clouds paint the sky with its silver rain clouds,
Covering what was the dark blue night behind it.
A breeze sways by giving you a chill and aching your body and bones.
It chills my nose.
The cool crisp breeze,
I take in a deep breathe and sigh,
How fresh the air is,
How clean it smells,
How good it feels-
Even in its coldness.
Cold October night.