Winter is coming but I fear I am not ready.
I may have spent too much time chasing sunsets that I've failed to notice the leaves changing.
Reds, oranges, yellows, and browns--
They came upon me before I had a chance to grab a jacket.
Now I'm left outside shivering.
Waiting.
Longing for a warmer day.
But the only day is today,
And I am at a loss.
The leaves are finishing their descent, eagerly awaiting to see their friends once more.
And as I watch, I am envious, so envious.
These leaves-- they are quick to change.
Quick to adapt without a single worry of what's next.
They know that reunion is coming soon.
Soon they will feel the rough edges of those they grew up with.
Soon they will echo together.
*Winter is coming.
Winter is coming.*
They whisper quietly as they crunch underneath my boot.
*Winter is coming.
Come quickly, dear friend,
For winter is coming.*