Fall to Winter

The grasses that were once green and swaying 
are now brownish and drab under leaves that lay low and still 
Their dance of color has come to its close, 
entranced by winters brisk stare 
While deep in the mud of lakes that are dark and brittle, 
turtles and frogs lie sleeping 
Dreaming of frost laced dragon flies that will be fresh 
for springs feasting 
And as the restless sky turns the very first page of snow 
on the coldest season 
The grasses and leaves, 
turtles, frogs, and dragon flies lay low and still 
waiting for winters grip to begin easing