Snow

Cuddled up in comfort of leaves That fill the floor with thee like a blanket of color reddish brown and yellow pallor that seeps into the soil where all life wonders awoken by the crushing of leaves that crackle under uneven feet where silence is broken and for a reason treading life that is hidden on the very dust that covers the stoic structures that lay aware the chilling winds that sing its song a lullaby that fills the distance catching hold of grit and folly with grasping hands of deep reverence eyes that gaze upon the meadow and so it freezes so none could follow ensconce in this mellow fellow stored and hidden from the world beyond cruels heart may remorse in sorrow so that gratitude may rise tomorrow to flap its wings to the clouds above and smile upon the true, at last so like stillest tombs they lay embedded withing the ground they tower about stretching their fingers to the sky crying out for the summers light that peaks above and so the last leave fall to the sea below cover with thousands of what now is hollow like flakes they fall from the sky marking their reign has come by dancing to the tune that is played just right to make those forget their bitter moments and blight for what now lies bare forms a blanket of pure white.