It all starts when the trees become abandoned
by their sole companions
When the warmth evacuates,
and the air becomes filled with frigid flakes
The ground has been bleached,
with the frosted tears of the sky
The wind seems to sigh,
while the crisp leaves
Dance
as if in a
Trance
The lights are strung
Illuminating the town in a special glow
And overhead,
The town looks like a bed
of snow
As the daylight
fades away