Winter Blues

Swirling, whirling all around, Red and green and golden brown, flat and wet or crisp and dry, falling leaves from trees that cry. Empty branches like skeletons on high, against a grey and barren sky, a weak sun in the distance smiles, winter blues in all its trials. White fluffy clouds and winter berries, no summer fruits, plums or cherries, threatening thunder or snowflake flurry, see the dog walkers all of a hurry. To feel as if nature itself is dying, rain on windows as if the sky is crying, yet we know that spring will come, Natures cycle- winter blues for some.