As I walked through the trees

a soft breeze

Stirred the fallen leaves.

A girl was there

with golden hair.

Light as a feather she flew

into mine arms true.

The scent of the forest she wore.

Her clothes blended with the woodland’s russet floor.

“I can not stay

for my father, winter is on his way”,

she did say.

The sky turned grey

and winter did bay

As a ravenous wolf

who would the earth engulf.

I felt her father’s icey hand

laid firm upon the land.

His command

is law.

I must see his daughter no more.

But winter must sleep

And out his children will creep.

The lover I adore

I will see her once more!