the distant birds fly over
the evening blue mountains
the withered tree stands
as night fall begins
the clumps of snow
nestling in the trees
begins to fade
the lake shimmers
like city lights
as I stand in
the frosty cold
gentle snows of
winter and spring
scatter yourself
across the land
lay upon the tree limbs
whose summer has
already pass
the tidings of seasons
change
of winter months
that long will last
leap from this dull
unchanging sky
and quietly fall into
winters depth
silently blankets
this frozen earth
warm until these
clouds have left