Winter

The last autumn red.
A splash of beauty precedes
the winter heartbreak.

Gaze into the night
as rain patters on glass panes
memories live on.

Lonely in his room
a boy dreams fantastic things
in faraway lands.

Strange solace is found
from the shrill cry of a bird
echoed in clear skies.

But the chill returns.
It's months before spring blooming
and still so we sit.