Surrounded by the orange and yellow of the mountain

The green firs are swaying in the wind

Almost as if God wished them to fall

They wave a warning with their branches

Winter is approaching, but they fear no cold

They fear a world blanketed in white

As the sky shifts from blue to white

And the sun’s rays no longer reach the mountain

The beasts and critters prepare for the cold

Long, thick coats to shield against the wind

Moose feast on fronds and branches

Everything seems to wave goodbye to fall

There are no leaves left that have yet to fall

The aspens display their beautiful trunks of white

They prepare to bear great weight on their branches

The vibrance of autumn no longer displayed on the mountain

The air crisp from the chill north wind

Ushering in a new season of cold

The sun can no longer overcome the cold

As crystals begin to fall

Mother nature seems to pause the blistering wind

To observe the formation of a wonderland of white

The trees sit still in their niche of the mountain

As they watch the powder coat their branches

The upper ones ceding their snow to the lower branches

As the overwhelming nature of the cold

Coats every creation of the mountain

Leaving not a single remnant of fall

Every alcove and crevice now white

As the snowflakes rush in with the wind

No creature willing to come out to combat the now screaming wind

Pines fall victim as they snap and scatter their branches

The world begins to hate this hell of white

As if God’s heart has turned cold

His woodland creation begins to fall

As if to cleanse the mountain

All creation rests in the hope of the south wind to free them from this cold

And the tree branches from the snowfall

To restore this white world back to their beloved vibrant mountain