Autumn dazzles with her dress
(Such gorgeous hues of red and gold!)
But overnight, I must confess,
Her beauty fades, and she grows old.
November with chilly gusts of rain
Strips resplendent tree-tops bare
(Branches throw up arms in pain;
Each tree, a gesture of despair.)
Grey Winter arrives all too soon,
Worsened by Daylight Savings Time.
Days are wrapped in clouds of gloom
Devoid of candescent sunshine.
My body clock is out of gear,
Incessant drizzles seem like tears.
Autumn, slain by a savage blow,
Finds its shroud in sleet and snow.
How long can indignant souls endure
Winter’s violent depredation?
Bleak woods, ravaged of radiance pure,
Witness to Nature’s desecration.