Autumn

The northern winds swept across the land,
Taking away the sweet scent of spring hand in hand. It rustles the forest floor, a carpet of fawn, chocolate and golden leaves, That tiny fingers of rosy-cheeked cherubs throw to the skies on a frozen
autumns eve.

The tree's once proud and gentle creatures of green,
Stand naked, tall, bald yet serene,
Whispering secrets of liars, lovers and thieves to the icy breeze.
Each tree has a story to tell of sweet summer morns to the harsh winter
eve.

The skies become a doleful grey,
Clouds of ashen covering where cobalt skies once lay.
And as night comes the moon shall dance and dart,
Between clouds of autumn that one-day shall part.