Winters Hideaway

In the somber stillness of the winter air
When sunset orange melts on skeletal trees
The low sun path dims the daylight landscape
And cooling air paints frosted diamonds everywhere.

Dying, the summer memories filled with gladness
Of beaches, blooms and balmy nights
Now buried under mounds of drying leaves
Barely shaded by naked arms of trees skyward reaching

Dimmer still as evening grows early across the land
And numbing skin stings in crisp chilled beckoning night
Chimney breath stands tall against a bright moonlight background
While life fades deeply into a long winter hideaway