Wearing heavy coats
Stops shivers from the cold, though
Winter howls within.
Silence in all the land
‘Til a leaf strikes the ground in Fall,
Winter listening, hears its call.
Lovely glowing moon’s light beams,
Upon our worn and rusted death-machines,
Cluttering the face of earth.
First gleam of dawn lunged,
Bravely at the night-sky, and won,
for a while.