And sounds of winter all begin
Winds are touching plants and trees
Breezes speak..but no one sees.
A certain grayness hangs around
Trees reach out with leaves unbound
Birds are perching; looking about
All the silence starts to "shout"
The ground below is cold and dry
And empty crevices start to cry
Hear ...oh hear.. the winter roar
Couple more weeks and Fall's no more...
Soon the sights will start to glow
With a dusting of the first snow
Something exciting.. challenging too
Will come with winter..tis so true