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.
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