Nature Poem

Change.

Green.
With some brown here and there,
But mostly green.
Fall is coming.
Sooner than we had hoped.
The sun is still bright,
But getting cooler.
The ground is as wet and cold as my dog’s nose.
You can hear the crunch of the frost as you walk along.
*Crunch, crunch crunch.*

White.
All I see is white,
And I know then, that it is winter.
It all changed so fast.
I barely had time to take a breath.
The sun is now cold,
But I catch a ray of warmth here and there.
Inside, I curl up in front of the fire.
It is warm enough to put me asleep,
But it is not the same as summer.
I sit inside and dream of the next change.

Luscious green vegetation.
Warm yellow sun.
Crystal blue skies.
Summer.