Whispers of the Seasons
Golden leaves, soft skies of gray,
Autumn winds steal warmth away.
Fires glow as chill drifts near,
Slowly cold fills every year.
Sweaters hug against the breeze,
Crackling fires through autumn trees.
Golden hours fade to night,
Stars shine clear, so cold and bright.
Then winter lays a silver sheet,
Snowfall pillows at our feet.
Quiet skies and branches bare,
Frosted breath in winter’s air.
