Seasons of all, as fall turns colour pure*

Seasons of all, as fall turns colour pure*

Frost dew keeps the green asleep
The cold weather coming as winter plays on it deep
The leaves are falling off the trees
All of nature letting go, one can see
The spill gate is pushing forward the last water drop
But it awaits more as it knows not when to stop
The geese feel the kinks of cold in their wings
It is Now time to push on to better things
The floor is now littered with red, brown and yellow maple leaves
Season of fall is almost over as the forest patchwork has become unweave
Say goodbye to spring, summer, and fall
And hello to the white that will cover it all
Dom* Colucci 2009*