All summer Mother Nature sent too much rain.
Because the trees are all going rusty.
She is ready to paint them again
While the winds blow fierce and gusty.
She'll decorate with delicate crystal snow.
A vision on every feathery branch.
Glittering with a pearly rainbow.
Making a castle out of an old ranch.
Then when the time is right,
She'll come again and not be seen
Until the day blooms from the night
And we see the bits of green.
By Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)