I care not for extremes I must confess
Where the raging river dwindles to a stream I fall to rest.
Blanketed by leaves falling slowly as snow.
I know whether wanting or begrudgingly eventually I must go.
Winter is coming to claim its victims
The sun slumbering early is a tell tale symptom
Crops have been harvested stocked for survival
Cold winds howling through the night trumpeting arrival.
It can be felt in the air the impeding approach
Engulfed in icy breath as it laughs even bones feel its encroach.
Great flames offer temporary relief
No matter how committed there’s no escape