a year's end

The last leaf falls, hovering and dropping gently
That willow tree devoid now, bare and weak
Here where the wind blows, and rest it does not
Here where the sun, shunned by the morbid sky
Hung in vile, vicious grey, in this darkness caught

A bloodthirsty wolf wanders in withering woods
Slips into that scrub forest found dead at every sight
With no single instance of any viable prey, it broods
And lo, death instead haunts him, day and night

Quick approacheth this villainous winter, fast
On shedding the trees and freezing the lakes
The many shades of fall are bleached
With the steady fall of snowflakes