In the distance whizzing whistling of wind/ leaves leaving they no longer want to branch/ the romantic sways of the trees seduced into a trance/ embers crackling moonlight pierces the window frost/ squeaking of stiff wooden boards/ sounds of the still/ wolves howl hoots of the night owl/ falling stars decorate enhance the onyx skies/ surreptitiously cold seeps cause a brevity of sleep/ Flame of the lantern flutters/ Abstract shadows on the cupboards/ Antsy impetuous croaking crickets/ The wee hours are upon us/ The due protrudes the railing on the porch/ The crisp air signifies the north/