The spicy condimental smell
Of crushed Autumn leaves
Faint distant sighs
of lost soul's cries
Whisper from the trees

Skeletal limbs…in gelid winds
Grasping desperately
For things they cannot see
And spirits unconsigned
To either heaven or hell
Roam earth eternally

The lead ochre gleam
Of frozen stream
Hard and spare as flint
Light crystal path
with winter’s gleam
Imbued with glacial glint

Raw winds
Shave shapeless drifts,
With razored edges keen
Into pillowed sheets of ghostly forms
both spartan spare and mean

Gives souls pause
To shrink and shrivel
In fond 'membrance of summer
And then...
Commence into icy acquiescence
To frosty caress
And surrender anew, to winter
again