The autumn leaves fell too late,
And when they did they shrivelled-
Shrivelled up like an apple core
Left to rot and fester in the soil.

Misted breath lingers in the air,
A tell-tale sign of the end;
As the cold freezes over lakes
And settles into brittle bones.

Flowers meant to bloom
Remain lifeless beneath a blanket of snow,
As the forgotten spring sun
Hides behind a sheet of clouds.

When the summer comes
Migrating birds get lost in disorientation;
The sudden shift from cold, spring winds
To a sweltering heat.

The heat waves with welcoming hands,
A false friend that promises growth,
But gives destruction
As the climate changes in disarray.