Ashen Face

I woke this morning to the ashen face

Of mother earth who chilled the leafy lawn
My breath revealed, my thoughts were out of place
I mourned the beauty of a season gone

The old birch bent by bough which stood alone
Seemed saddened that the birds had left their nest
Through gentle flight so sweetly they have flown
To kiss the sun where truly they'd be blessed

I long the warmth that held me once before
When all of nature looked at me so true
And granted me the breath that I would pour
How I do miss the sky of baby blue

My muse has fled, the grip of winter laid
Her down where she won't hear my serenade