14 November 2012
The sky is grey and heave The woods are dark and cold, Most leaves have fallen to the ground Between the moss and mold.
Animals are missing Breathy Fog fills the air, Jack frost does his chilling dance For snow we all prepare.
It is the marks of lady winter In her frozen state, We long for the rays of springs glow, We hope and pray and wait.
Winters Chill • Opuss № I