Since my last visit in October, the woods have begun taking their final breaths of fall and prepared for Winter. My visit was on one of what may be the last sunny blue bird warm fall days of this year. More dead leaves and twigs scattered the ground, and squirrels and chipmunks seemed more frantic to gather nuts for the long winter ahead. There was much more human activity in the woods as people are eager to enjoy the last bits of sunshine before the cold. The woods are no longer filled with golds, yellows, oranges and reds, giving it more of an eerie feel. Winter is coming, and the grounds are preparing for snow.
POEM
Last Breath
Leaves flutter swiftly to the ground, doing the final dance of autumn
The woods no longer spread and aura of golden yellow, and the trees are bare and ominous.
The brook moves swiftly through the field, and animals of all sorts come to visit in hopes of enjoying their last moments of sun.
The branches of the trees and long grasses sway in unison as if the earth is taking its last breath fall in preparation for the cold winter ahead
A summer of life and chaos has transitioned into a crisp fall day of solemn and silence as humans and animals prepare for what lies ahead