Only 1 today, i promise.

End of Autumn

Autumn breezes gently whisper
Through the multicolored trees,
Breathing, "Winter's coming soon now."
"Few are the days like these."

Soft clouds meander lazily
Across a deep blue sky.
Speak gentle breezes yet again,
"Get ready, winter's nigh!"

Leaves parachuting from the heights
Then dancing, swirling down.
Showing off their vibrant colors
While they can still be found.

Acorns leaping from their perches
So high amidst the boughs.
Looking for a place to winter.
And in the spring to grow.

Soft breezes turn to chilling winds.
Skies turn from blue to gray.
Lazy clouds begin to hurry,
Comes the first winter day!