As clocks fall back, and nights draw dark,
An ethereal gloom provides a spark,
Autumn approaches, the year it wanes,
As howling winds snarl at our panes.

No sign of hope, no sign of joy,
The sun she rises, weary, coy,
Now time for rain, and time for sleet,
As muddy pools lie at our feet.

The greens and yellows, become scarlet and red,
The cold she greets us from our bed,
Jack Frost awaiting as we rise, 
From radiant blue, now charcoal skies.

The weather now, grows ever colder,
As Winter's grip looms o'er your shoulder,
Icy steps, with potential harm,
Scarves and gloves, to keep you warm.

Long cold days, turn into night,
You stay at home, and cuddle tight,
Lights burn bright, fires cackle and burn,
Until summer days shall return.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2012