After the last few golden leaves fall,
Autumn goes to sleep
And let's winter creep into season.
The warm red and orange hues
Become cold beige and blue;
Along with the faces of every free spirit:
Caged by the harsh reality of winter
And the sharp forces of the icing wind.
I take a deep breath
Of the newly frozen air
And reassure myself
As I comb through my dark locks of hair.
The warmth and the colors
Will come back soon,
But for now,
All I can do
Is pray that I remember
It all leads back to you.
