“It is the end, of Autumn foliage, what remains, is just a mirage?” Gun Roswell

Is this the end, my friend?
The cheery time turning to eerie?
The world around dying, scary?

Alas, not to worry!
It’s simply nature in change
Doing it’s thing to bring
Another seasonal bling

But in all white?
Winter you see
So all good and fine?