Horizon

The glory of the trees is no longer there

The horizons view is rather bare 

Where golden colours of harvest was ablaze

Winters winds have come and swept it away 

And now we await the moment when

The snow will come and descend 

A blanket of white, crisp and still

Autumns death giving way as it does

To the hope of a fresh start 

A new beginning

Where the whispers of spring will soon fill the horizon once again