The Change

Change

The crisp autumn leaves gently float down from the trees,

In colors of the sunset, red, orange, yellow.

Children slip and slide through the array of color,

Smiles on their faces.

They enjoy this fun when they can,

Climbing and clambering up the tall trees.

Reaching  into the sky, touching the clouds,

And looking down at the world beneath them.

Then Winter comes.

The piercing wind, like a knife,

biting the cheeks of the people.

The frigid air, crystallizing every breath.

The dark ice, hidden and unseen, until someone falls.

Snowstorms shake the windows of the house,

Pieces of the wall crumbling down.

Children huddle together underneath a blanket,

Shivering and moaning as the cold cuts deep into their heart,

Praying for the time,

When Winter would end, and Spring would come