October 21, 2016

A Winter's Plan

Colorful leaves upon the trees
gently feel the autumn breeze
winter calls to their weakened limbs
chanting musical seasonal whims

Beauty touched by mother nature's hands
with solid gold, red and yellow bands
chill comes with a seasonal change
her return again seems not so strange

Soon the trees will turn all white
eastern seaboard feels a pure delight
winters return ends a colorful parade
mounds of snow banks now to be laid -

in a winter's plan

- Rhoda Galgiani