Going for a walk in the cool, the wild
River a crisp, laughing child
Trees weeping golden tears
They see this coming every year
Winter is coming, but
Fall is here
Cold as the bone of a castle’s keep
Down in the dark, where the flowers sleep
And further still, the earth twists round
Fall bites her lip. Her limbs are bound.
Don’t weep. Don’t weep. Time will keep
You nestled in her heart.
The moon exhales, softly, ah
As snow drifts down from the prickling stars
Even now, it’s drawing near.
Winter is coming–
It’s almost here–
How easily deer startle at the sound
Of winter, choking the river down
And Fall, dear Fall, how silently
She acquiesced the battleground
I feel this keenly; the setting sun
The wood is hollow
Winter has come.
© Amanda Smith, 2013. All Rights Reserved.
Please do not copy or reproduce without permission.