The Fall is over and winter is marching in...

Near Old Forge, NY

There is finality about fall,

All the hopes of summer have come to and end.

Spring is long gone with its whisper of promise as

Mother Earth has put on her dress of color;

 The color of the earth’s final show.

All that is left is the somber white of winter,

Its cold and windy sleep.

The season of death

For all that bloomed in spring,

That cannot comeback again.