Leaves drop, from branch to ground
Only wind, makes a sound
Winter, a season soon to pass
Certainly not linger, reach spring fast

Accept puddles, below grey dull skies
Constant rainfall, plant colours die
Leaves collect, in drains-hidden corners
No longer green, sunshine mourners

Fade summer tans, under heavy clothes
Dressing for weather, climate-change-pose
Aware of winter, chilly-dreary-wet
Thoughts cling to warm times, never forget

Waiting spring, promise of sun
Shedding thick clothing, as thoughts run
Ahead of nature, when warming soil
Heralds sunny days, use of tanning oil

Dreams of spring, draw us towards time
Life seems perfect, weather fine
Remember autumn, coloured rust
Harvest beauty, produce to trust

Waiting buds, blossoms that leads
Daily bright colours, season feeds
Time of regeneration, bringing life
Winter's gift, years-quarter-slice