December has lost my favor,
I desire the Fall season's ways,
For now at least until I change my ways.

The cool winds clashing with the vibrant colors,
Burning out in flames as the leaves dance to the ground;
Death comes to sweep away their pain,
Bare bones of the earth, creaking in the winds, and cracks that cut the silent air, frost layering their skeleton shadows.

I could sleep for eternity under the darkened sky,
Contemplating the flocks as they fly.

The summer air lingers for a moment more,
As the seasons toil their machines of war.

The trees are hunched in their armor;
The cold is rushing down from the North;
As the innocent flee the battlefield,
In the calm before the storm.