The womb of Winter
Soon to be
The wind blows cold for us to see
Sleep soundly in the mother of all
Leave this place that's known as Fall
Holding you safe and sound
Curled up in a ball resound
The changing of the seasons bare
Are right out there.
Among the wind
As it blows cold
The graying of the sky again
The mother's lap of gold
To warm the tempest child
Take the Fall
Blow it away
The trees undress
For coming Winter's day.
