I just want to lay in the grass,
As the last dying leaf is crushed beneath the tread of your feet.
The last breath of the fall is exhaled upon our lips
As frosty breath of winter seals the season with a kiss.

I have catharsis in this moment,
Ice cold water crystallizing on my cheeks.
The winter will have no structure;
No lines or meter, rythym or rhyme.

In frigid sleep your heart slows
To the softest beat of the deepest drum.
I hope you feel it growing slower
As the last fall leaves hit the ground.