As the wind blows through the trees,
the leaves take their chance, to be free.
Released from tentacles
that had tied them down,
the float in the air
before slowly turning brown.
The sun is trying to hide a way
behind the morning mist that wants to stay.
A cold chill now fills the air,
the sight of winter scarves is everywhere.
This bright day is the last of the year,
before the long dark nights
of winter inevitably appear.