Flight of all color
Gone are the reds, the yellows
Where has it all gone?

Heavy coat held close
Against a frigid spitting
And a howling dark

Gravity’s chains firm
Dragging down slowly, softly
Each little snowflake

Howling wind, biting
Gnashing, shrieking, howling wind
What upsets you so?

A Leaf brought on wind
For a while, we enjoyed us
Then she blew away