October's drawing boards,
Well-shaped peekholes making frames,
For little eyes to see outdoors.
Yellow leaves dance to the ground,
Mixed with oranges and reds,
Then brownish leaves come tumbling down,
Like crumbling ginger-bread.
The earth, it seems, changed over night,
To warming, nut-brown hues,
The bite at night ... a pure delight,
All signs that Winter's due.
Small, wary birds gird-up to leave,
Busy squirrels pack their nests,
Curling smoke from chimneys seen,
Earth withdrawing ... time to rest.
Not quite Winter, though Summer gone,
Fall leaves are nature's treasure,
The Lord's carpeting, laid down,
To bring small folk much pleasure.
The child in all comes out to play,
In those wondrous leaves of Fall,
With Winter just a day away,
Come quick ... before snowfall.
"Winter"
How softly now the snowflakes fall
To blanket Mother Earth,
When the Autumn days have ended,
And Winter's given birth.
The happy sounds of skaters drift
From a nearby pond
Where only yesterday, it seems,
Ducks swam peacefully along.
The frosty breeze that bites the nose
Prevailing everywhere,
But, oh, there is no doubting,
There's beauty beyond compare.
Each little yard's a feather bed
As soft as eiderdown,
The trees are draped with ermine wraps
And sparkling diamond crowns.
A cozy fire upon the hearth,
A cup of tea ... a friend,
Some toasty muffins to be shared.
A perfect Winter's blend.
I think God knew that we would need
The softness of the snow,
A time for quiet reflection
After Autumn's dazzling show.
--Kartik Prajapati
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