Winters Eve

A small leaf that was once a shade of green
Floats slowly downward into a pile of its yellow fellows.
The sun descends into the horizon.
And cold comes out to play.
Lightly frosting everything with shards of crystal.
Freezing the now naked twigs and the roots from which they sprang.
The pale gray light of the suns brother moon,
Reflects off of the glitter falling from the heavens,
Individual bursts of light, like a star being born.
Winter, painting everything a fluffy coat of pure white.
The first snow takes its annual place,
As a cold blanket over the town’s warm cozy houses.
Where when the sun reappears,
And brother moon meets the horizon,
Children will pour from their doors,
With clouds of happy breath,
And immerse themselves in the magic.