Winter’s Anger Brews

Winter’s anger brews now,
And I can feel the fear.
Though Autumn tries to hide,
It seems her fate is near.

The darkened oak tree groans…
So gnarled, bare, and stark.
With arms of anger now,
He’s reaching in the dark.

The storms of Winter rage…
And Autumn is not strong.
She’s buried now by snow,
And so, her life is gone.