Last Dance In the Hollows

When the morning sun glows pale and shadow rays slink along the trails the autumn leaves turn brown and one by one fall dry upon the ground; there is found the well worn paths scurry summer creatures quick and fast readying a winter's nest or burrow to rest and sleep safe through tomorrow. Winters cold and chill fall prey to slumber's pill here warm, hot summers fade away and fruit and flowers can no longer stay. Bee and butterfly have disappeared and deep blue skies are no longer clear; It is hard to see the pale yellowed sun as both spring and summer are undone with all that remains are cold temps sustained by cloudy grays as winter gains. Few lay claim to these now barren lands with dried grass and naked trees that stand, there in the pale glows of light only cricket songs soften in the oncoming night. A full bright harvest moon glow brilliant as midnight looms and a walk in the casting shadows now comes the last dance in the hallows.