Every year, I feel the bite of winter anew.
The clouds of mist and the changing view,
the morning frost and the silvery greys
breathe whispers of short but melancholy days.
The melting snow and the bare-boned trees
Line the yards, the parks, and entire cities.
Autumn's last leaves offer a final escape
From winter's monochromatic landscape.
And when nothing of colour remains,
Moondust will leave behind its wintry stains.
