revised version of previous poem.

Autumn flows into winter,
As the floes form on the sea,
And snow falls in small flurries,
And the sun sails along, unhurried.

The air here has grown so cold,
Each inhalation bites me,
As my breath leaves me as clouds
To hang in the sky, silent and proud.

The cold winds whip against us,
And the earth hardens and frosts,
The rose has left the soil,
But rises in our cheeks, not yet lost.

The sun meets the horizon
Almost tenderly, and sets.
So the day slips into night,
And this harsh world fades from weary sight.

And night finds us together,
Shielding from all this world’s harm,
The love once found in our hearts,
Now cradled in one another’s arms.