November 25, 2014


The weather girl grieves
the passing of fall,
mouthing in sorrow
how winter comes
for us all.

She can't know
we're still warm,
even now,
under this blanket
of deepening snow,
adrift in silence
waits each sleeping soul.

Only in spring, 
when we finally awake,
will we remember
she is ours
to take.