Hurling and swirling everything in its path,
the North Winds howl all night long. Colorful leaves
haphazardly strewn about. A sight to behold.
Batten down the refuse cans! Flowers lean down against
the wind’s onslaught. Try as the cold winds might,
we still have the last remnants of Autumn.
Begone, noisome winds! Didactically informing
us that the last remnants of trees, still holding
on for dear life, will soon be history. Bare and
shivering now, the spindly branches welcome
the onset of winter. A time to lay dormant
and renew once more in Spring. Soon snow-covered.