So the composer of wild worlds

Stringing the winter across fingers

To the silver trees within

Pools of glowing clear blues water

She embraces him for shelter

As the wolves do enter

Snarling and snarking!!

It is a time for Ravens

Slamming their fierce talons

Loud cries

The beast runs away

Snow drifts into the lake

And lovers paints the trees

Golden.

The change began...