As the trees become pale

The life sucked out of fragile leaves.

The sky, covered in dull, meaningless clouds.

I watch as Earth welcomes Winter

With a friendly, extended hand.

I do not welcome her with such an invitation.

I scorn at her

Because not only does she invite Cold along with her

But also Loneliness.

And whenever the day is coldest

And the sky is most pale

And the night is love-less

Loneliness lightly strokes the back of my neck.

I do not like her cold touch.