A damp chill, creeps into air
Colour grey, dullness compare
Bright warm days, now passed
Just shadows, not sunshine cast

Growing darkness, upon ground
Cold stillness, has no sound
Approach, the season of winter
Wind blows, as trees splinter

Days are short, reducing light
Less of day, more times night
Leaves dance, tree branches sway
Unsettled evenings, becomes day

Merging slowly, we wait spring
Birds return, in morning sing
Seasons, nature's cycle is host
In mountains, pastures to coast

Uplifting souls, smiles return
In the air, no sense of burn
Just sun to warm, light a sky
Sparkling blue, where birds fly