I graciously await your arrival
For summer takes forever to close.
With you comes the hardships and trials,
Cool crisp air, the fresh death vials
And the wonder of your crows.
I miss your silent songs of change.
Your lightless lyrics that swoop by
Arriving on our home terrain.
Surveying the job, you hold the reign
With winter creeping along to spy.
Abstract trees, a dangerous breeze,
The brilliant sky, a quartets howl,
The colors you can rarely seize,
You bring joy with blooming berries,
And the depression of your scowl.
Winter follows wherever you go
Advancing on November's grave
Burying your beauty in snow.
I'll miss your colorful burrow.
Hurry and escape the exclave.
