Poised For Winter

Trees have shed their autumn blush
They wait now in expectant hush
For snow to weigh their branches

Dry leaves tickle frosted ground
Searching for banks to huddle round
And whisper windy secrets

The air was brusque, now colder still
It shivers with a winter's chill
But I, inside, don't feel it

My needles and hook are bundled up
In colorful yarn and softest fluff
That transform in my hands

Cozy scarves and tiny hats
Then a pair of mittens to match
All crafted together with love

Clothed in warm accessories
We'll brave the chill and rake the leaves
To welcome drifting snow