Falls cry

I hear your winds calling, as the forests sway
the chill of your breath, soon to come my way.
Your frost gently laying, upon once heated fields
the shimmers of mourning, my heart so it yields.
In longest of nights, as I dream the new dawns
I feed my souls fire, loves branches as pawns.
So wrestle I may, keeping far from your shiver
till flame is all gone, then, to core I shall quiver.

©~RRS, ~Outdoors2