As the trees become pale
The life sucked out of fragile leaves.
The sky, covered in dull, meaningless clouds.
I watch as Earth welcomes Winter
With a friendly, extended hand.
I do not welcome her with such an invitation.
I scorn at her
Because not only does she invite Cold along with her
But also Loneliness.
And whenever the day is coldest
And the sky is most pale
And the night is love-less
Loneliness lightly strokes the back of my neck.
I do not like her cold touch.