Autumn
When the leaves have fallen
Waiting for the winter
As the cold sets in
Whispers
Swirl in crystal vapor
Set upon the wind
High noon
Sinking ever lower
Barely clears the rooftops
Pale and failing sun
Cold air
Biting at my fingers
Making my nose run
Quickly
I must get to shelter
Hard to see the way home
In an early night
Warm my
Numb hands by the fire
And it's dancing light