Reds, golds and ambers cover the trees
Cascades of leaves all dance on the breeze.
Twisting and twirling with effortless grace
Balletic visions all over the place.

Raindrops on windows spatter the sills
Trickling down necks with shivers and chills.
Branches waving in choreographed dance
Above tree trunks swaying in rhythmic stance.

The frowns of the skies are mirrored below
On lakes and on seas their heaviness shows.
The waters respond with white tipped motion
Waves large and small from rivers and ocean.

Winter is coming, they all seem to say
Soon the whiteness will conquer the grey.
Softly and silently snowflakes will fall
Sifting and drifting and covering all.

Nothing is permanent, the sun will return
Springtime is waiting for the seasons to turn.
Summer has slept and is ready to go
With warmth and bright colours in her annual show.