Changing Seasons

Trees begin to shed
their clothing,
leaves change colors

turning brown then
gold,
falling from their
homes,
to be blown away.

they stand alone
bare in distress
for all to see.

the wind whistles
through the pines,
there's a chill in
the air.

close the door
gently,
days become bitter
cold,
winter has arrived.

poem by Heather Burns
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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