Foliage drained of glucose
And chlorophyll has run its course
Blazing sunshine lights the hues
chill in the air chases us indoors.

Bright earth tones fade, days grow short
the blue skies hark the approaching
Harvest moon. October’s fading colors,
harbingers of winter’s encroaching.

Refusal to face the wintry ice,
like living in a state of denial.
A quilt. A book. A hot cup of tea;
at winter’s rage I impishly smile.

No more mornings with sunshine across
The pasture with cows contently chewing.
Wind and rain and sounds of the north
Cover the bovine’s mooing.

The season’s change. Go with it now.
There is nothing more to be done.
Summer is a memory; fall lies down,
And winter has just begun