Giving the deceitful appearance of warmth outside
A cold gusty wind blows the sparsely leaved trees to and fro
It leaves a sense of melancholy with me
The passing of another season, the leaving of fall
The almost naked trees and plants
Brings a crisp chill to the air
A chill that says "Winter is coming soon"
And Spring will not be far behind
Time to begin anew.
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| Tyler snuck into my serene shot. |
