#SymbolicSaga

The leaves are turning red,
The sky is turning gray,
There's a chill in the air,
And a storm is on its way.

The trees are creaking low,
As the wind begins to howl,
And a darkness fills the air,
Like a shadow on the prowl.

The clouds are dark and heavy,
The rain begins to fall,
And a feeling of dread fills me,
As I watch it all.


© Goldie's pen