The First Grey Days Poem by martin elbin

The first gray days of fall recall
the memories of the winter,
of days when autumn's golden leaves
are tossed by breezes, frosty cold.
Of days when ice trees grow on window panes
when quiet falls like snow over all the land,
and nights when icicles mysteriously grow.

Shorter days, longer nights filled
with all the stars,
and snowmen watching forever awake
and wary of the sun.
Of fireplaces and hot apple cider,
wisps of smoke from chimneys wrapped in frost
and the smell of burning leaves in the air.