Season 1st Snow
The cold winds have begun to blow, evidence of winter’s arrival.
The trees are nearly bare of autumn leaves while stretching toward the late fall sky.
Brilliant colors of autumn have begun to fade away to muted colors of winter grays.
As each day passes by, the days begin to get shorter while nights get colder.
Early mornings awaken with a coating of frost across the landscape and a chill in the air.
My excitements builds as each day passes, for the arrival of winter's first snow.
Looking forward to hearing the gentle crackling sounds of the snow falling on crisp fallen autumn leaves.
Sounds that are so unique for this time of year.
The autumn colors within a short period of time will be replace by a white winter mantel of freshly fallen snow.
A sign of seasonal transition from Autumn to Winter.
Copyright © Paul Arnold | Year Posted 2016
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