Windfalls appearing as each cooler breeze, <br />Snapping at leaves, releases them forcibly. <br />Morning-mist windows give hints from the east <br />Of winter's first whisper, which nature endorses. <br /> <br />Bulging of berry-red, harvest-tall vines <br />That we gathered last year, ripe and juicy, <br />Remind me again of autumn's kindness <br />To our first 'Hellos', and gave us our muse. <br /> <br />As summer retreats, sing me your wordsongs, <br />Whisper me warmth, then winter will not stay long.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whispers-of-winter/
