The Writers' Circle

Rain. Falls from a darkened sky.
Autumn, wipes his eye because
 Winter has stolen his birthright again.
The same as last year.
Winter has presented herself too early,
so is the battle.
Autumn blows,
as he tries to keep the little time,
 he has left to reign over Mother Earth.
He fights in vain,
for Winter is too strong
and her aura too cold,
for his...lukewarmity.
He begins to freeze and back away,
arched, like a cat ready to pounce.
But his fury is no match
for Winter's scorn...