Going through the motions,
as the world goes round and round.
The stunning colours entrance me,
as I tune into the sounds
Western winds are calling,
drowning out the cold
Curious if I could translate,
would I know what I’d been told.
Crunching through the leaves
as they lay upon the ground.
adding another dimension
to all the autumn sounds.
Drop after drop
the rain caresses my cheek,
wondering will I find
this treasure that I seek.
The reds, the golds,
shining so bright.
As the autumn passes
like day becomes night.
Winter chills here now
and I want my bed.
The freezing temperatures
the thing that I dread.
Hibernating and renewing,
all the years toil has taken.
Letting go like the trees
whose leaves have been shaken.
Is it true ever snowdrop,
is really unique?
If we knew the answer,
would it lose its mystique?
Catching a snowflake,
on the tip of my tongue.
Melting away
I catch another one.
A taste? I wonder,
but I’m not quite sure.
What I do know is,
it’s time for indoors.
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