An Ode To Fall

An ode to fall, now gone, I wrote With glowing words, in cooling winds, Praising its start but not its end Leading into winter. For fall starts fair with colors’ hues Presenting artist’s works of leaves Preparing trees for winter snows To fall upon the grounds. High mountain peaks and rolling hills Are all prepared for frosty snows That winter brings after fall’s gone Away to memories. An ode to fall in winter I Did pen with snowflakes blowing ‘round. I’d bid it stay a longer while But, it would not and left. W.C.Hull © 2014-23-11-884 (E)