In the air there's a hint of the season ahead <br />That is already crouched at the door <br />The flowers are asleep in their little earth beds <br />And brown and bare is the moor <br />The last leaves of fall go fluttering by <br />Like little brown birds on the wing <br />Leaving the trees bare and shivering <br />In the chill that the season doth bring <br />Clouds from the North with their burden of snow <br />Born along on winds strong and cold <br />Will soon spread a blanket of white or a world <br />Suddenly grown tired and old <br />But while the world outside is awaiting <br />The impact of winters first storm <br />We'll gather closer about the bright blaze <br />Of the hearth that is glowing and warm.<br /><br />Florence Vida Bowers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-first-storm-of-winter/
