Soon I'll be Dead

Can you feel bitter cold in the air?
Death is near,
And He's coming for me.
The once bright summer day,
Begins to frost over
With the wintry chill of Death.
Can you not see the ice forming;
Feel the nippy breeze
Howling over the trees
Left bare by the cruel hand of Autumn;
Hear the crunch that the dead leaves
Make under our feet?
Dead leaves,
Gloomy skies;
Bleak reflection staring back.
Yes, I feel Death nearby,
And He's coming for me...

Copyright©JosieWentzel18April2008