Promise of Frost

Changing of the seasons and coming of winter.

In months when fall is almost gone
Wander through cool forest vales
Hear wind whisper sweet melodies
And roam forgotten woodland trails.

A touch of frost is in the air
Leaving haunted in our hearts
A faint longing for something more
The thrill that winter sky imparts.

The silence broken by no sound
Look up and see the pale grey sky
That promises a winter snow
As trees grow cold and autumn dies.