Upon the earth the leaves settle
Dried from all the chill
The ground covered the crunch beneath foots standstill
The air circulates
Shrubs thrill
In this moment
The apparent shrill
Of left behind days
Up until
Chattering branches talk
Spoken on the bark
Life carries in the veins of creatures embark
Blank sheet a canvas for the sky
Outlines are marking purities vie
And the wind will whistle another tune
After winter's sonnet
Spring fresh bonnet
Ground again will bloom and life adore upon it