Falling Into Winter

The wind is whistling through the dead flower For now all the insects have gone to sleep Apples on the ground are becoming sour Jumping in soggy leaves that are chin deep Ceres just begins her months long sorrow Her tears bring the seasons first icy rain Eyes light up a snow day on the morrow The floor is littered with Thomas the Train I try to fool myself the shore so close I can already smell the salty brine When apple cinnamon reaches my nose Shattering my dream calling me to dine I bravely stare down winter's icy chill That is as I look out the window sill 10/21/2019 New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest Sponsered by Emile Pinet