Come Winter, alone

The summer is gone, departed on the wind
the branches are preparing for autumn's show
the leaves beginning to take on a golden glow
the fall grasses kneeling in the breeze they bend
the cold season is coming now
the summer is at an end
the birds are leaving on departing wing
going before the winter should begin
the animals preparing storage in their den
all earth waiting for the cold the season brings
I tramp among the leaves on joyful feet
along the paths webbed in early dew
my ears listen to its damp falling beat
another year begins its visit without you
the day is fair, alone I enjoy the view

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