It's that time of year again; it's crept up on me once more;

The trees are becoming bare, losing their leaves onto the floor

Where they wait to be invited to dance at nature's annual ball;

Waltzing through the air as the wind takes hold of them all.

Some leaves dance right through the towns on crowded streets,

Passing busy shoppers who are stocking up on treats and sweets.

I think they should slow down, too much hustle, bustle and rushing around;

It's chaos that consumes all ages in a maelstrom of light and sound.

The festive madness is something I'm glad I evade, always

Busy hibernating and dreaming away my days.

I know to you it may sound strange and might be hard to understand,

But to me its paradise, countless reveries in my winter wonderland