A Winter Day In A Southern Town

The last brown or yellow leaves from the deciduous trees fall
And in the sporadic sunshine not any warmth at all
And on the main street few cars driven up and down
On a chilly day in June in a southern town
Though brown stormwater flowing in the stormwater drain
The parkland as is the case green after rain
The cold nip of Winter in the chilly breeze
That plunder the beauty of the deciduous trees
But if Winter comes Spring is not that far behind
In the wisdom of Shakespeare such truth you will find
The wonders of Nature an amazing thing
Such changes to her landscape her Seasons does bring
In two months from now every songbird will sing
On bushes and trees at the coming of Spring.