I love when winter’s bold kiss comes,
Changing fall’s colorful pallet into one of gray,
A stark beauty, but beauty nonetheless.
Don’t mourn color’s demise,
It will return again, more vibrant, more lovely.
The eternal rhythm.
For now, find color in the sky,
Sighing through the barren limbs,
Whispering to us
To look for the beauty
That is always there.