Winter Is Coming

In the middle of the cold
Not yet snowy season
The leaves grip their last foundations
They have been losing this war
The cold chills invade

The leaves turn red in their anger
How dare you make me leave
Gold to honour their pride
I was glad to have been here
Orange in hope of revenge
I will rise next spring
And they fall in their demise

The cold air is victorious
Billowing
Charging
Ruling
For who can stand in the way of Natures icy rage
And stop the change of seasons
The wind is King
And none can ignore his hollering and whistling sing
Until spring