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