As the wind blows through the trees,
the leaves take
their opportunity to break free.
Released from the tentacles
which 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 wishes to stay.
A cold chill fills the air,
the sight of winter scarves are everywhere.
This bright day is the last of the year,
before the long dark nights
of winter inevitably appear.