The Fall of Autumn

Dark                                     dim                                                   dull

   Dis                                   -mal                                                cold

        Over                              -cast                                        hard

                            Fro                                    -zen

the bloom of summer

Has slowly faded

bright colors try to cover

the thinning crown of leaves

the wind smugly buffets

stabbing with knifesicle words

the wind drinks in the moonlight

and tries to push the tree over

bent but not broken

the tree fights back

the wind howls and whips

the ground is covered

in ragged weeping leaves

the naked tree still stands

shivering and bruised

in the watery morning sun

the sheepish hungover wind

gently whispers its' apology

the damage is done

the leaf is off the tree

a long cold winter is coming