Words in rhythm, words in rhyme
Meter that will tell the time
Plays and games which meanings twist
Leaving just a humble gist
Color, smell and symphony
Translated to what you see
Senses running wild, amok
Brace for the initial shock
Take the scent of coming snow
The sharp freshness that you know
Colors muted by the wind
Winter is soon to begin
The rustling of the leafless trees
Waking countless memories
Gladly I take heals and hurts
And weave them into all these words