Looking for Winter

The autumn breeze stirs fields of green,
To sustain her mournful soul,
Celestial globe to winter leans,
Cross farms of harvest bowls.

Her calls echo the mountain range,
Ice crystal’s morning view,
From frosted pairs of windowpanes,
Stare ponds of her eyes blue.

The cold slips in with freeze in tow,
Its silence soon numbs the mind,
Her dreams of distant memories slow,
In slumber her love reclines.