Igor Muskatblit Digital Gallery: Ontario Landscapes .

As the trees loose their formidable place as shields and protectors ,

As the leaves march away in beautiful colors and song,

their bodies slowly deforming , and the soil gaining its nurturing soul.

I deny what is coming , I forget what I saw.

The cold air comes in the morning ,
pushing aside all memories of play.
No trace of warmer days can be left uncovered.
No signs of happier times can survive the purge.
Everyone knows what's coming, but one murmurs a word.

The weak sunlight in the evenings,
     the missing birds at dawn,
           The short days reinforce the rumors,
               and I accept what can not be stopped,

Winter is finally here,

You are welcomed to come and go.