The coniferous leaves dance to and fro,
at the behest of the breezes that occasionally blow.
The cold winter sun trying hard to instil,
some warmth oer the land to defeat winters chill.
Deciduous trees standing gaunt, and forlorn,
looking down at the leaves their twigs had once borne.
Their newly found beauty of crimson and gold,
soon darkening as natures next plans now unfold.
The once beauteous leaves now take a hand,
in returning the goodness back to the land.
And when the brave crocus peeps out in the spring,
you can thank mother nature for everything.