Winter Is Passing

All the trees without their leaves
Tap each other in the cool breeze
It’s an ominous sound
When bones clack twigs fall to the ground
So soon there’ll be blossom
Lilac blue mountains
Cast against the sky
The sun is leaving beyond the rise
Wind is biting on my skin
Pale fields of grass
Waiting for the sun
And the spring
What it can bring
Winter is passing
I wonder what’s to come?
And when I return again
How will you be?