Fall's Forlorn Veil
October celebrates colors,
while November hosts Autumn's death.
And as scarlet leaves turn to muck:
brisk breezes frost every breath.
Skeletal trees, branches outstretched:
stand naked, to the winds of Fall.
And squirrels scamper to stash their nuts,
before Winter snows: pay a call.
The last migrating duck has fled:
and all the songbirds left as well.
And the sun's a little less bright:
Sol's fallen under Autumn's spell.
December dons Fall's forlorn veil
of hoarfrost threads and freezing rain.
And Nature summons Winter's white:
to make Her look pristine, again.
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