The mornings now are chilled and brisk
dew heavy on lawns and gardens
droplets of water glittering, sparkling
upon spider webs left until the sun
rises upon the horizon and the web
once more catches insects in it’s net
but more note worthy is what will ensue
as the days grow shorter and nightfall
longer announcing a change in Seasons
an introduction to the vibrancy of color
as foliage begins to die but not fade
in each sepia, amber, russet and scarlet
leaf that clings to it’s beginnings
before letting go to settle into sleep
anticipating Spring to begin once again
© September 2021 Renee Espriu
Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art
reneejustturtleflight.com 
The poem captures the essence of the onset of winter, and in anticipating its passage into Spring extends the vision of the composition. The diction is a joy to read.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you for seeing what I see as my words intended to convey. For, yes, Fall is close at hand and Winter on its heels. Take good care.
LikeLike
Nice description of nature’s cyclic self! xo
LikeLike
Thank you Bela. Nature will continue to inspire. Take care.
LikeLike
Lovely poem on the seasonal shift. Many blessings to you, MW 🙏
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you! Be well.
LikeLiked by 1 person