All the leaves are changing, falling to the ground. So many different colors cascading all around.
The flowers are preparing for their long and quiet sleep. To escape the cold that’s coming, they die but seeds they keep.
The breeze is cool, the sun is hot, as the season starts to fade. Winters coming silently, at night the snow is laid.
Short and sweet it comes and goes, the colors all change white. Fall is taken over by the brisk of winters bite.