on carried,
leave-dressed streets,
my burning,
searching hands,
find chorus
through harsh breaths
spoken bleak,
from stale storms.

my feet danced
over gone autumn days,
eyes shut, calm,
to hear fallen leaves play,
but dead now,
are the cold naked trees,
kissed with frost,
draped with icy shimmer.

delightful,
my heart is
to hear song,
that only
winter plays.