A poem for the end of summer feel.

So now the sun ends its journey.

We crawl into our winter garb.

Silent alone with the snow flakes.

We can only look out the windows.

There see the blowing wind.

Dreams cover us in the repose of sleep.

Then all is quiet to the door mouse.

The fire is out in the stove.

Frost caresses the early window pane.

Then tears catch the morning sun.

It is another day of life.

Can all of heaven embrace this.

A slow breath tells of its journey.

Sing into my ear again.

The flowing song that gives you life.