I closed my eyes and drifted back
into the frosted grass and colored leaves
of my childhood memories
crows carrying an obscene melody
as the wind whispers tales of winter
the trees bare the flowers withered
rodents and birds can sense the shiver
busily preparing for the everlasting division
death falls over the land like a plague
and I walk with a smile as the colors rain
respectfully silent as the lushious greens
reduce to compost below my feet
the bountiful summer once again has met its match
as the sun fades off into the distance