The air holds tight the chilling cold
that bites uncovered skin
Crisp and clean fragrance hold
It's wintertime again

The moon hides from everything
No stars are overhead
Degrees driven down by the factor
Heavy snow clouds begin to shed

Pelts of white encase the fall
Now buried, the withering brown
From the north come violent squalls
That whistle through this town

Gusts like fist form virgin drifts
Like waves across the sea
Tall pines donned with white lace veils
Dance for the white birch trees

A quilt of cloud spread across the sky
Blankets the frozen vast
A field of white stretched before my eyes
Pictured memories developed to last

Autumn has fallen
Beneath her right hand friend
Gone are the colors of October
It's wintertime again

12/03/2003