Death of Fall
The lightened blanket clings to frozen ground
And covers all the patches brown and green,
One season past we saw the dying summer
Turn into fall – fall down the falling leaves!
Their skeletons now show their full extent
As life was stripped away by air of change;
The heat now disappeared, the trees went cold,
In sadness they released their treasures fair,
And down went green that turned to red and gold,
Down to the forest floor where there they lay
In deathly solitude. As time did pass
Their life drained down to dirty dungeons deep –
The dungeons be the Earth, that holds the dead.
So lies there now the clothing of the trees,
That then maintained the beauty of their host.
The trees are now stripped bare; the coldness comes
From far up north. An eerie silence reigns,
And ground does chill for warmth is now all gone;
The sky then opens, sending down its flakes,
The white wonders come whisping all the while
Through tranquil skies of now a darkened gray.
The snowflakes white now make their long descent
From the creator that is far above,
To lifeless ground that stretches miles far.