Trees begin to shed
their clothing
leaves change colors
Turning brown then
gold
falling from their
homes
to be blown away
They stand alone
bare in distress
for all to see
The wind whistles
through the pines
there's a chill in
the air
Close the door
gently
days become bitter
cold
winter has arrived.
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Wonderful words Heathers. I love the importance of the trees, .Thank You
marvelous, it metaphorically signifies the human life, the old age, i love it too much..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i am feeling cold reading this nothing is more sweeter than this