Autumn harvest and the shedding of the trees.
A step before winter, a chill in the air.
Ominous colors of brilliance fill the leaves.
Leaves of falling, landscape barren, yet bare.
Open is the field which stands a only mare.
The wind is haunting and translucent.
Ending of a season she can hold onto despair.
Waiting patiently for her time to repent.
Fallen footsteps of leaves which has always deeply meant.
The ground shall be covered with frozen frost.
To have the sunset reassure us the day is spent.
Daylight hours are dwindling and become lost.
The mare holds hope as the winter air continues to grow.
The snow is coming, and that she knows.
