Autumn flows into winter,
As the floes form on the sea,
And the snow falls in flurries
And the sun moves along, unhurried.
The sky’s colors stay unmixed,
Like scenes we cannot depict
And the horizon is split,
A gray fault along the blue summit.
The earth hardens, nature sleeps,
Green life freezes as ice creeps,
But still I am not worried,
And still the sun moves on, unhurried.
Our breath leaves us in small clouds,
Eager to hang in the sky proud,
And is replaced with chill winds
That fill us but I feel no cold within.
The rose flees the earth swiftly,
As it does her cheeks and me.
And the warmth once in our hearts,
Is cradled in one another’s arms.
