The sounds of my footsteps were swallowed in dusty silence
Until chimes came through, shaken by the wind
Into vibrant chords and intricate melodies.

The last vestiges of autumn sifted through the air
Whose breath bore tints of frost that subtly twisted
Into my lips to tinge them blue.

The fading sun cast a symphony of golden tongues
Across misty ridges into shaded ravines
As the sliver moon beckoned night and winter.