The Leaves Are Slowly Turning

The leaves are slowly turning As September slips away, Now soon the chill of wintertime Will yield those skies of grey, When cold winds blow the leaves will fall And frosts shall grip the night, Then dawn will wake in silence And shall wear a cloak of white. Now as the woodland turns to gold And sap begins to dry, The last days of the autumn glow That soon shall fade and die, As nature sleeps and will not stir Till March does yield a thaw, I cannot wait to see again The arrive once more. When flowers bloom within the sun And winter does depart, Then I shall see the blossomed boughs A sight to warm my heart, But yet that time does seem so far So many months ahead, For scattered all around me now The leaves are lying dead. I look upon those ghostly trees With branches lean and bare, Now soon the ice shall grip the land And with it bring despair, A cold wind blows the night grows dark As stars do shine above, My dream shall be of daffodils And season that I love.