No more

It's getting chilly at night again,
Time to close my bedroom window.
No more fresh air blowing in
No more sounds from below.
It's time again to read my old books,
Cuddled in the safety of throws.
No more curled in outside nooks,
Where the gentle breeze blows.
The colors are changing every where
To reds, golds, browns and varied grays.
Greens live on in darker wear,
No more ever-bright days.