Skeletal leaves scuttle,

From bare frosted grounds to darkened water.

Littered with thin shards of ice,

And other leaves,

Soft and brown,

Slipping ever deeper,


Inevitable death,

Slow and painful,

All is gone,

To icy waters,

Yet no coldness comes,

To numb the pain,

Only ever warming,

Ice and frost gone.

Inevitable death,

Yet no calm is here,

No calm to easy the pain,

No calm and purity.

Only Insistent winds,

Stirring memories,

And unending rain.

Turmoil is about,

For no snow has fallen,

No snow and no calm,

And no purity.

Just wind and rain.

To mourn the deaths,

And cheat the deaths,

As winter slips by snowlessly.