Brancy5

alphabet soup on a cold winters day
blankets warming me up
cars drive past slashing through the snow
dark spots against the white
everywhere you look the snow is there
forever it seems but not long enough
gone in the spring

When the leaves change
I start to rearrange
like the leaves in the trees
floating down like frisbees
I undergo a transformation. 

When you look at the changing landscape 
you may notice a changing trait