Near the river the sun shines softly,
Air is crisp and birds are flocking.
South they fly to warmer days,
And blue skies and summer haze.
Yellow, orange, red, and brown,
Leafs leap gently to the ground.
Branches wave longingly goodbye.

Under the trees snow faintly falls
Breath is seen and all time lulls.
Slowly, swirling, round it goes,
The cold air that burns my nose,
Traces down my spine as a shiver,
Near frosted trees and a frozen river.
Silence sits with me amongst the frost.