Outside my back door...

Outside my back door,
Old man winter fast approaches.

Unleashed by feral winds,
The mournful wail of what has been,
Winter's just outside my back door.

Trees long past weeping,
Find no easy task of sleeping,
Winter's just outside my back door.

Bemoan the dark gray sky,
Torrents of leaves imply,
Winter's just outside my back door.

I see all is revealed,
Nothing left concealed,
As winter approaches my back door.
~ Ron Goode