Winter's Minions Are Here - A poem of fall and fear

The colors do not explode
across the landscape this fall.
It is more an implosion
brief in nature and destructive
though some trees do better
shining for more days now
than its neighbors seem able.

Then the blizzard truly begins
with the brown and dead
falling to the ground softly
before being whipped by winds
to scatter away from trees
where they once resided calmly
until Winter sent his minions.

Fall and the Killing Frost
dancing around me with joy
telling me that soon indeed
their Master will rule here
driving me down the foothills
to seek safer marginally better
places to sleep each night.

Now the games truly begin
the war between this man
and the ravages Winter brings
to the campsite, and flesh
where the chill settles in
seeking to freeze joints solid
as life's spark dies away.

19Oct2012 - Dyfedd Rex