A winters calling..
O winter O winter white
The song of snowfall free
A chilling coldness will not abide
deep in frosty liberty
These ridin’ wander days ahead
On trial or road dependant on tread,
When autumn succumbs to winters bled
A yellow brownish hue falls dead.
Cold frames tingle upon your knees,
And saddle creaks between your cheeks,
Squealing discs caked in frozen mud,
Fall fiercely upon ground with thud.
Winters night rides, a starry affair
Takes the rider into it’s dark damp lair
In timeless tunnels of wooded light
Where branches snap out of sight.
Breathing deeply exhaling sudden breath,
Clouds trial behind the riders path,
With ears a cold as burning snow,
And streaming eyes too cold to know.
For what lays ahead on crunchy trail,
Is winters secret yet defiled,
Sudden stops with fingers tight,
Ends within a winters night.
What more have I to say?
For your snow is not yet falling
Though distance winds and forming frosts
Keep winter riders glowing.