Frozen ground blanketed in white
cloaking, comforting, that which was scorched
by the summer's sun

Air as crisp as dried leaves beneath heavy
footsteps, sharpness felt with each breath
inhaled

Trees stripped naked of their clothing
stand still in the flurry of change
surrounding them -yet defiantly remain erect

Frozen thoughts of autumn are thawed by the
warmth of winter's breath as we take it deep
within ourselves - and exhale a cloud of
winter's smoke

Swirling about encircling but never landing
dare it be touched