Winter

With the fall of the last leaf,

Nature greets winter with open arms.

Autumn has left after visiting for a while,

And winter is next with its charms.

The trees are wrapping themselves with blankets of frost,

The lakes are freezing over.

The rushing wind has turned cold,

And animals are going in their shelter.

A few animals are going to sleep,

They will wake up when winter is over.

The people are prepared as well,

In front of the fireplace and huddling under the covers.

The Lady of winter is getting to work,

She sits making snowflakes by hand.

And when the wild wind will take them away,

Down on the frozen and beautiful Earth, they will land.

The snowy owls are coming to enjoy the scene,

And foxes are out to play.

The crickets are conducting midnight symphonies,

But are only performing till the break of a new day.

The horn of a train from a faraway station is heard,

The chilly wind is whistling past.

The sound of a guitar being played around a bonfire is there,

And lonely footsteps on an empty path.

I am sitting near a window, looking outside,

And sees snowflakes whirling around each other happily.

The scent of the coffee in front of me is overpowering,

And the steam is heading towards the roof lazily.

I am in a small cafe in a silent street,

I'm sitting with my head supported by my arm.

And looking out at the streets,

Which looks so serene and calm.