Season of Change

    
An Autumn's fullmoon enlightens my way, thru fields and forests, to the hills nature lays.    
As leaves, red and gold, flurry night's sky, a silence brings whispers to their songs of goodbye.    
   
For soon, Fall will bare the lives of pasts' fold. In slumber's golden sleep and to lullabies yet told.    
So come, Winter's chill with your deep-blanket snows. Enwrapping, to preserve, 'til the Springtime unfolds.