Fall comes almost too early
Bringing with it distant memories
Wings shifting and stirring about
Bright colors of the landscape almost cease
Covered in a new autumn coat
All the world will soon change
Missing now are the lively little birds
That once so sweetly chirped and sang
Clouds begin to covet a darkness
As the leaves lose their places
Heavier coats show upon the scene
Pulled up around chilled faces
Pools of water begin to freeze
And each new day beckons a little cold
Soon, all will be gently covered
When the winter storms take their hold