Looking out my window
I'm sad at what I see
The grass is brown and dying
And the trees are barren of leaves.
The sky is gray and cloudy
It's raining and chilly outside
Autumn is taking its last breath
Winter will soon be here and reside.

I sit and watch a squirrel run about
It doesn't know the date
But once the ground is covered with snow
It then will become too late.
Too late to forage for some food
Too cold to leave its nest
So now is the time to gather up
What's on the ground, what autumn has left.

Looking out my window
Barren limbs etch the sky
Everything is stark and dreary
It's as if they are on standby.
Waiting for the birth of a season
And for one to die away
It's almost as if they are grieving
On this rainy autumn day.

Looking out my window
As I've done many times before
Watching each season come and go
Each one enters with a roar.
So I'll sit here quietly and be in awe
As autumn takes a final breath
Winter will come in with such a roar
As I sit here and mourn autumn's death.

© 2006 Chee Chee Martin
Whisperings Of The Mind And Soul

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