October arrived late this year, it seems;
So too, have school, sports teams, and myriad gleams
quite often seen 'midst colorful backdrops--
this year, road-trips limited to short hops
taken close to home in a one-day glint.
Rise up early, bleary-eyed, just a hint
of sunlight beyond distant shoulder--
flatland does not provide much bold color--
the beauty of such is ne'er beholden',
bright yellows, reds, crimsons, orange, and brown
when early nips from visits by Jack Frost
paint the scenery sought each fall by most.
Those early nights when temperature dips
give a foliage scene--brightly colored tips--
where untold leaves spout-off with sassy quips.
Photo Above: by KRiemer on pixabay.com.
~~ by tkbrown
As winter closes in, nights turn from cool
to cold; wind chimes echo season’s sweet carol.
Cyclone snowstorms circle a northern realm
dumping snow and ice — Old Man Winter’s helm.
A deep, silent blanket quiets all and frees
a wonderland of miniature trees
mingled with houses dwarfed by such depths
of icy precipitation and street troughs
now cleared deep ‘mongst the puffy white blanket
mounds draped across the frigid landscape net.
Living in winter’s wonderland of snow
hinders all daily movement to and fro;
no designs from Jack Frost on the window
for it only reveals cold, bleak, white snow
blanketing all, piled high to that tree bough —
Winter’s Wonderland reels all motion — Slow!
Photo Above: Snow and Ice Covered Walls by Amanda Vick @ Unsplash.com.