Winter's Arrival.

Winter is Arriving. 

The trees are still. 

There is nothing but silence. 

The birds and squirrels are quiet. 

A chill runs through my bones. 

Like a Knife cutting scones. 

My hands are stiff as stones.

As if I was sitting on a throne.In the distance, there are moans. 

As if a lonely soul was screaming.

Am I dreaming?

I can see Sun Rays beaming through the opening's in the dark, looming storm clouds. 

There must be a meaning.

Change is coming.