One finds solace in the clearing among skittering of leaves.
With solstice quickly nearing, love bereaves.
The wind is honest when it cleaves the foliage from frozen trees;
the noblest will fall to her decree.
One walks with empty hands, but for worth and sense of self,
an unleashed dog in place of a forgotten someone else.
There, one stops to stand, planted feet to leafen land,
wholly nestled in a richness void of wealth.