Early Snow - The Sword, J. Robbins

The days are getting short again

Leaves fall from the trees

Nights are haunted by howling winds

Harbingers of the freeze

But sometimes there’s no way to know

Until it’s

Too late and

You wake up to an early snow

Eyes have become cold again

Like distant lights in the trees

Waiting for winter to begin

Before it’s up to your knees

But some things you can never know

Until it’s

Too late and

You’re buried under an early snow

Brace yourself against the cold

Wish you could have stayed in bed

Falling leaves of red and gold

A nascent nexus lies ahead

When the days become warm again

Mountains covered with green

Flowers bloom as the clouds roll by

There ain’t a better sight to be seen

Brace yourselves against the cold

There is a road we all must tread

Falling leaves of red and gold

A nascent nexus lies ahead