Nature's Cycle

Gardens lay dorment,no traces of life
Mornings so crisp,they cut like a knife
Empty branches,where once they were full
Flowers sit waiting,and ready to pull
Geese rest on banks,of river's mouth
Knowing that soon,their trek begins south
Chattering squirrels,cheeks full at best
Gather their bounty to endure winter's test
Cycle of nature has drawn to a close
Beauty of silence that only god knows