by Heather Ford-Helgeson
Cool winds hold gusts of winter snap
Green gives way to red and yellow
Leaves play tag as they fall and blow.
School lends to quiet neighborhood afternoons
The sun tires faster, heading to bed early
Naked branches bend shyly in search of cover
The burning bush blushes bright as a young lover.
Frost spreads from tree tips to grass
Perennials brown and die back to rest
Sounds deepen and amplify as the temperature drops
The honking of geese incessant, lessens, stops.
Footsteps crackle and leave trails
Breath clouds, mingles and rises
Mother natures blows a cold kiss
A hush envelopes as snow falls, gathers and drifts.