Leaves of yellow, orange, and red, falling from the trees
Leaving the empty tops clear and clean
As the warms looms here and there
The colors slowly fade away
Only leaving the barren landscape
The slowing frost shows on some mornings
As the light fades earlier in the day
Darkness will start to dominate the hours
The wind blows the chill as it comes my way
Small white flurries in the air bring a new thrill
Smell of pine and warm fires burning bright
Bundled clothing in various colors all around
As one can see walking through the downtown
As more snow comes to fall on my cold nose
The feel of winter has finally come
when my breath can be seen in the air
About the Creator
Sarah Danaher
I enjoy writing for fun. I like to write for several genres including fantasy, poetry, and dystopian, but I am open to trying other genres too. It has been a source of stress relief from my busy life.



Comments (1)
This was absolutely beautiful. Loved your poem!