Melancholy song of summer's wane,
Weariness calls autumn's reign.
The trees draped in colored shawl,
Awaiting winter's distant fall.
Snow whispers chills profound,
To coat scattered leaves around.
Ushering forth chilled lioness gale,
Roaring through the season's vale.
The birds huddle with feather's fluffed,
Squirrel’s cheek brimmed with nuts stuffed.
Flower's take to their beds aground,
Hibernating with winter's chilling sound.
Encouraging spring's grand premier,
Anticipating their turn to reappear.