Winter's Eve

Winter's Eve

A cool fall breeze filled the air,
But not a breath of sunlight touched her hair.
The clouds were filled with a mysterious fear.
As she walked she saw no shelter near.

The crunch of the coloration below her feet
The one last breath they couldn’t keep.
They struggled to embrace the ground's soft bed,
But only the wind knew where they would be led.

The trees with a push began to sway,
Painting the canvass God had made.
The easel had tilted just a bit more,
Causing the frost to come ashore.

By night we waited at fire's end,
Until the morn' would come again.
And then we woke to caps of silver
No flowers in bloom, God's own killer.

And soon the canvass would become bitter and cold
The sun would fade, a hero of old.
And now the cold creeps in to hold our hearts
And ignites our thirst as winter starts