The bloom of white
A wintry sky
The fall of wind
Which scatters leaves,
Which pulls the snow
That clings to sky
A sea of winter,
Of trees then stilled

That autumn left
On brook of ice
That flamed leaves froze
And fell from sky
A chilling water
Washed the ash
Toward the lake
Stilled under sky

That winter took
From autumn's grasp
Bright skies which turned
To whitened wind
To shape the hills
Of colored ice
A passion stilled
To view the land