The pale sun slipping behind a veil of haze
The chittering of birds fading to a silent void
A cold breeze carrying away the warmth, leaving ice in its wake.
The chill settles in my cells, burrows in deep, claiming my heat
Setting off a dull ache that caresses my bones in tender apathy
Singing a languid song of summer’s end, the coming of eternal snow.
As one last glow of orange light ignites the horizon,
My soul rests in the feathered bosom of welcoming frost.
A blanket of amaranthine gray creeps overhead, gently smothering,
And my willing heart answers the call, eyes wearily closing, breath softly subsiding, Stillness reigning, as I sink into a long winter’s sleep, never again to rise.