Grass sparkleing like stars in the cold morning light,
It crunches softly as I walk,
Breath steaming clouds of white,
Wraped warm in wool and leather…

I stop and listen as the world slowly fades,
From shineing beauty gone too soon,
To browns.. greens.. and grays,
As a raven calls his mournful tune…

I watch my footprints etched in frost,
Fade like memories,
Of joy long lost,
In the misty days of winters past…

Chill wind soothes my forgotten heart,
A silken caress on fevered lips,
But I can stay no longer and turn to depart,
As morning clouds scatter like sinking ships.

Best wishes -SirHanz