The beginning of Winter and the end of Fall

The beginning of Winter and the end of Fall

She came, to me, at the beginning of Winter. Blue eyes

like frozen lakes, and skin as pale as snow. Her

arms were like bare branches and her fingers were

like twigs. Her breath was icy and her words harsh.

The look that she gave me was a jagged one, like

the edge of icicles dangling over frozen roofs.

She came to break my heart, the way winter breaks

warmth. She came to end what was; the end of Fall, the

beginning of Winter She came to say farewell. She came

only to leave. So the Seasons passed, when Winter left

Spring arrived. and the grass grew and flowerers blossomed.

The sun warmed us once more and life went on. We did what

we do. Spring left us very quickly and Summer was a

longer time. Where everyone was lazy and the fields

turned their golden hue. A butterfly danced and a bee

buzzed and life still went on where I stopped to watch

a fellow bird stretch his majestic wings and raise his crest.

Summer came to an end eventually and fall was what

followed. The trees released their toxins and their leaves

went to all sorts of colors. Yellow there, orange here and

a deep red far away. But something happened at the end

of Fall, just as the branches were almost clear. When everything

was gone-

-She came. At the end of Fall. The beginning of Winter is

here, and I looked at her with cold eyes, stiff wings and

a crocked beak. With feathers falling and the red of my tail

gone. Red was with Fall and white is with Winter. She

carried me away. Me all stiff and bare. In winter there is no life

so why should there be a pulse to sustain me when all my

life is gone, when the sun had set and the Seasons had passed

and the person I cared about came at the beginning of winter. The

End of Fall. Only to see me leave this time.