The Becoming Winter

The Leaves have fallen 

The Flowers are Gone

 For a moment, all is dead  

Then the Snow comes 

Though it seems to Stay 

It leaves with the Rain  

Waiting for it to come Again is Torture 

Just sitting  

Just watching  

Then it arrives 

Hurrying Outside to Catch Flurries 

Dancing in Snow  

What a Joyful Feeling 

Light is back 

The Becoming Winter