Blue till White

Blue grape like orbs
hang in the changing air,
as I passed by and
spied them there.

Days getting shorter,
for their grand display,
catch them while you can
before they're gone away.

Like searching lovers
they steadfastly wait,
do they know the seasons
shall soon seal their fate?

I will miss their colour,
when all is white.
winter's new canvas
the long winters night.

But spring will return.
and new growth will rise
colour will come back
to dazzle my eyes.