First Snowfall

First Snowfall

As the sunny days and crisp cool nights come to an end the winter days slowly creep in as if their grieving for the death of summer. The sky now grey with sadness envelops the trees that once stood lively in their multicolored autumn coats, now bleak and grotesque they stood like they have been twisted up like:
against the ashen sky. The last flowers of summer strive to keep the last bit of life, with their weak bodies and limps heads, dreading when the first frost comes and bitterly makes them give up their last will to live. Now brown, brittle mats, that cracked and crunched with...