Autumn's Fall: A Poem

The vines creep around the house,

Dying to be noticed,

Wishing for one last touch before autumn,

A chill runs down my spine and I shiver,

In the cold, my cheeks blush,

The trembling leaves mirror my actions,

Shaking, screaming with color for a moment,

Until they leap to become a crumbling heap of ashes,

The same color tabby cat purrs and runs to me for warmth,

Or is she a panther, stalking her prey while she can,

For soon, the mice and squirrels will hide away,

Seeking shelter from the frostbitten air,

When dismal grays and icy blues turn fall into nostalgia,

All will freeze in time until the green of budding spring.