It'sthat time of year again,
The morning's glory is frosted,
A howling galeshakes buildings,
The trees shiver, clear down to their penetratingroots.
Tiny, beautiful, dazzling diamonds,
Floating, dancing, driftingdown,
Freezing, frosty, tiny flakes,
Changing the world as we knowit.
Leaves are falling everywhere,
Blanketing, covering, a wind-blownshroud.
Grass and flowers everywhere,
Where have all their vibrant colorsgone?
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.