I miss summer and autumn :/

Trees

Splash red – A rush of autumn leaves that Bled away their beauty as they Died upon the breeze. Frost. Leaves lost. Stocky frames – Thinning at the dendrites – Animate their colour under dusk: A paling brown, Emerging grey – Deeper, darker – Leads to black: Silhouettes braced for winter, Like monuments of hardiness Against the freeze. Barely hanging overhead, charcoal-grey chassis Buckle under silent flow of ever-stacking billows While stings in the face foretell the ice-blight. An arrow-bound wind builds, Penetrating flesh, Whistling out its warning To the nakedness of winter woods – Fair-weather green coats too fickle for the stay. Summer died upon another eon. Autumn scampered from the chill. But the trees fought back; upheld their dignity – No fuss, pomp, or thrill.          By: Mark R Slaughter