Ashes and dust,
Mists and rain,
Fog and plume.
A hazy sky alights
Muffled sounds drum on and on.
The world is muted, strangely gray
In a hazy way.
The drifting of leaves,
The flutter of snow.
A muted world slows, hollow, unspoken.
It stings my breath, and rattles my bones.
Sink far, sink slow. Rattle on and on.
The Sun will rise, yet no warmth will dawn.
Sing joyful songs, so She'll begone.
Who is She? Winter has come.