Autumn's Wither

Withering beauty dons a Winter's gown

Autumn's Wither


Northern Winds hasten Autumn's wither
Cold shadows veil her mantle of blight,
Their subtle dance whispers a hither
Allures to swallow unwary light.

Hark, the winds beat louder still
In fury cripple Autumn's hold,
Swirling darkness casts angry mill
Unleashes Winter's heartless cold.

Relentless gale dawns a ghostly face
Calls forth a tempest of  lengthy might,
Conceals the last of Autumn's grace
Beneath a flowing gown of tranquil white.