Fall's Farewell...

I hear geese honking as they fly overhead,

the trees are now all barren with their leaves and berries now all gone,

the colors of the world are not colorfully exuberant and sweet, but dry, grey, and dead,

all little creatures are scurrying fast- away from winter coming near

these are few of the secrets that winter whispers in autum's ear- preparing us for his coming.