The cold isn’t as biting as I thought it would be.
I haven’t seen a sky this clear in so long. Yet it feels almost gray.
Time is frozen by this embalming white light.
Stills of once greener views, left to desaturate for the season.

Beige grass covers the fields, it is okay for it to stay in this hue.
Green is rare and impactful.
Only stronger leaves thrive through this season.
Reaching for the light while others save energy.

My scarf is now pulled up all the way to my eyes, I navigate in a cocoon.
I don’t seek shelter, and feel safe.
The silence is only broken by the crows bickering.
I tell myself that it is okay to pace around those trees one more time.