Thoughts of a Forest (In November)

Serenity in coverings, 

Muffling the sounds of what comfort brings. 

Frigid breathes of winter's heft, 

Farewell, my dear, Summer sleeps. 

Low-laying fog 

Autumn trees, 

Freezing shallow waters: the rustling. 

Little inching flakes

Tumbling, 

November's rolling over, it's nestling. 

Cold December showers 

From the North, 

Keep your fire stoked 

Nice and warm. 

Should you need a lover, find a thorn. 

Watch where you'll bleed, don't stain the snow.