My feet crunch over the white icy grass
Jack Frost nips at my heels
The lake so still, its reflection like glass
So cold the fishermen abandon their reels.
A thick fog blankets the lake
The final leaves gracefully fall
A carpet of amber and gold begs for the rake
Naked limbs stand proud and tall.
Nature celebrates the season
In hues of silver, amber, and gold
My friends are excited for good reason
... snow season, so I'm told.
The sun sets slowly behind a hill
Shades of pink, blue and silver streak the sky
The haunting call of the water fowl shrill
The hues of Winter passing by.