As Autumns Breeze

Thru autumn’s breeze, trees begin to sleep Jack Frost declares, “Let the cold winds blow” Flowers will bow their heads, as if to weep While they prepare for a white winter show. As golden leaves lay in piles on the ground Soft flakes of snow flutter in the crisp air A peaceful dusting on all things ‘tis bound As it collects on eyelashes and hair. But the clouds then turn an ominous grey You must go in, for a blizzard is due And mountains of white will be on the way With lakes frozen over, waiting for you. Skating in circles, spray crystals of ice While you play in your winter paradise. 8/29/16 For contest As Autumn's Breeze