Melancholy

The late evening sun shimmers on the blades of green grass

Giving the deceitful appearance of warmth outside

A cold gusty wind blows the sparsely leaved trees to and fro

It leaves a sense of melancholy with me

The passing of another season, the leaving of fall

The almost naked trees and plants

Brings a crisp chill to the air

A chill that says "Winter is coming soon"

And Spring will not be far behind

Time to begin anew again.