The Autumn Tree

The Autumn tree has shed its very last leaves, Standing now barren its loss it still grieves. Brisk winds carry the leaves of red and gold, Rising like a vortex the tree shivers from cold. The Autumn tree is waiting for winter to call, Bracing itself for the first snow flakes to fall. When Jack Frost comes nipping at its roots, And a winter owl sits on a branch and hoots. The Autumn tree is frozen all covered with snow. When the winter blizzards tempestuously blow, Icicles hang on branches like crystals they shine, Children skating beneath it the scene is sublime. The Autumn tree covered in a blanket of white. To survive the cold winter must put up a fight. As the Autumn tree waits for the season to end It begs Mother Nature a warm sunshine to send.