Winter On the Rise

All night the rain fell, heavy flooding the slopes and paths that guided autumn walks through the now forest baths. It was not a gentle wind that sailed rather a chilled north eastern gale that rustled leaves free from their summer shadowed trails. Now trees dying without listing the leaves turn to blustery orange crimsons the rain and winds promise resisting seasons depictions. An early autumn frost rests solely on the turning moss still green slippery smooth along the walks. The summer fall speeds fast away with trees and leaves naked in display while the sun quietly slips pale through the day. Night awaits, gathers little light and the harvest moon fades to crescent white as winter rounds the bend with chilling bite. Too soon it rises cold, the loss of heat, the oncoming ice and snow and winter season takes an unwelcomed hold.