The Crumble of the Snow

There will come silent snow in the eve of the Fall

Where the wind doesn't wisp ever, close to a bawl

And the animals feel that time seems to stall

As the gentle, white snowflakes flutter and fall

The landscape enveloped, a glimmering shawl

The world dissipates till there's nothing at all

The branches of trees, a tremulous loll

A single red rose extruding with gall