Beautiful

Leaves lit in bright fire
Ground covered in gray
Of ashes from the
Bright light of torn day

Cold creeps near my bone
Aligned cobblestone
Frost lies on the sidelines
Of my far walk home

The warmth in my house
To feel and its rife
Glaze the cold surroundings
With no source of life

The winter is near
A grim symbol fear
Snow falls through the air
The beautiful bare

Spring jumps through the window
The new year's a mere trap
Winter never arrived
And summer is back

A short poetic poem by the Cyberdevil (me)