Blue and green are gone:
Frozen wind whips white between
Slabs of black and grey.
Scents of green and you
Drifting with the buzz of bees:
Heels furrow soft rows.
Burning eyes see heat:
Fishes lie...basking in mud.
Crackled grass and ground.
Red leaves hide secrets,
Fields of dead wheat glowing gold:
Winter's light reflects.