Wonderland

<sub>First it creeps on autumn's tepid breath-
a snap on your tongue,
a soft spoekn sigh,
"There is only a short time left."

it hides in the painted canvas of leaves,
whistling in your lungs
when you say goodbye-
Patiently waiting for the season's first freeze.

There it stays for a while,
perhaps lost,
until Fall has run
its last colorfully drawn out mile.

Then it sprouts from the grass;
a field of frost,
diamonds in the sun,
crystal ferns pressed against the glass.

And all at once it descends,
falling in flakes
that cling to hair,
breaking past the season that only bends.

Everything is covered in cotton, white
like the frozen lakes
and breath in the air.
The sun's rays are caught, and magnified.

So winter has come in all its shining glory-
blue skies,
white earth;
but there is an end to every story.

Icicles begin to melt their final tears
for goodbyes
and rebirth,
and begins to dream of the coming year.</sub>

LOOOOOOOONG!