Frost covers the landscape.
Every blade of grass, every fallen
leaf sprouts the fuzzy whiteness.
Oak leaves in the yard with
no Oak tree in site shows the
power of the recent wind.
White capped waves and spray
give way to a lake surface so flat
it resembles the ice to come.
Geese take flight from the field
forming a V as they fly south,
seemingly lighter in the cold air.
Golden yellow clouds from the
rising sun and blue sky mask
the storm and snow yet to come.
Leaves twirl down from the trees
not quite ready to give them up.
Winter, is not far behind.
