Time Falls

I can see the trees shiver,
As their shedding leaves quiver,
Falling slowly to the ground.
The trees just shiver without a sound.

I love the colors of the trees.
The different shades and hues do please.
I feel the cold and bitter breeze,
Adapt to the weather with an effortless ease.

I feel a difference in the air,
As if somethings lingering there.
My breath comes out, a warming mist,
Made visible when the temperatures kissed.

I welcome this arriving cold,
Accept the Fall as i take hold,
And cling to this cherished gold,
Because time will grow forever old.