The End Is Nigh

As days get shorter and night stretches out. Summer fades away and earth gets colder. Soon, Oh too soon snow will again rule and the earth will slumber under its folds. Until then we enjoy the fruits of bounty smelling the last of sweet summer flowers. Crops stand ready in the fields for collection Combined harvesters busily at work. Fat stalks of golden corn, rye and barley tied in bundles ready for threshing. Seductive scents of apples waft as down they are laid for storing. Frosts now lay the land bare as the leaves part company some red, some yellow, others orange they blow and scatter in the wind. Trees looking stark and bleak gaze o'er the stripped fields with snow sprinkling the now barren ground and soon Winter will once more rule in her glory Gone now the lazy days of Summer her flowers and perfumes distant memories. Now the hues of colour are subdued. And all around the land sleeps on.