Winter's owl in Autumn sun

A Winter soul in Autumn run

A Winter's song the owl sing

As Autumn long the Winter bring

And through the brightly colored trees

Winter wings are ruffled by Autumn Colored breeze.

Frosted feathers nest in burning leaves

Feathered branches best as chapel eaves

Where Winter's frozen litany

Is sung mid Autumn's liturgy

Like the floating silver snowflakes, gleaming all

So do Winter's feathers in starry nights of Fall.

Autumn's fox takes Winter's flight

As Autumn hope within her heart

As Winter chills the firey hearth. 

That flaming fur that on her lay

With Autumn travels through snowy day.

Pensive paws pass through freezing, frosted, forest

Winter welcomes his flaming tourist

Autumn patters on frozen ground

Winter's wings above her pound,

With Winter's floor as Autumn's seat,

And Autumn's door as Winter's sky, they meet.

"I am Fire and You are Ice," or

So Autumn weeps to Winter's Visor,

"Yet I would gladly freeze for you."

"And what a foolish thing to do,"

The owl calls back, "Don't bury your mind in snow.

You are fire, my eyes say so."

"When Autumn is done, Winter finds all.

That season is mine. It's mine nature to fall."

"As I freeze you, you burn me,

It would be far better to remain in our own degree."

"If this is your wish, I shall take my leave.

And respect your declaration, And pray you shall live,

With all joy in your Winter. I'll leave this channel.

If it blesses you, I grant your farewell."

Autumn leaves her footprints in the frost.

But Winter flies above her tempest tossed

Head. "So you feel obligated for cause

Of my fear to halt your feet and pause,

And rather than bury your mind,

You bury emotion, so not to bind

Me to you. You allow me free

As owls always ought to be. 

If you want to stay, I say you, do.

For joy is oft not where, but who."

-Trinity Mayhew