Leaves crumble and fall
The harshness of winter ahead.
Their colours have gone dull
Every bit of nature looks dead.
Petals blow in the wind
Torn by the cold.
The many I find
Look to be old.
The grass a shade of yellow
Against a dim grey background.
The frigid air no fellow
To the green grass still found.
The animals have succumbed
To avoiding the brutal air.
Although, for some
They haven't a care.
As the first snow falls
The creatures quickly flee.
Set on surviving
The upcoming freeze.
Flowers, topped with crystal white
Slowly start to fade.
And as the earth fights
The winner is winter's crusade.
