Feel the winter coming on, hear it in the crackling trees, note the crisping quivering wind, sharply snapping at the leaves.
See it in the early eves, in the glowing sunset where, shadows of the naked trees, rattle in the biting air.
Sacrifice your breath to me, for warmth is a sin.
Make a garden that has no key, encased in snow and ice, gather there together and simply be.
Let the frost rest on your face, sense a shiver down your spine, see how pretty nature is, when ushered in the winters rime.