Winter's Call

O, can you hear her? Yonder autumn days?
A siren's voice, as silent steps she takes?
Her nuanced hymn brings frosty morning haze
And warns the trees to brace for pearly flakes.

She pairs her feigned allure with lovely sights,
Then softly laughs when warmth she steals from me.
I fear her touch, for long will be the nights;
She'll hold my face until spring sets me free.

And yet, her comely gown I yearn to see
As she performs her waltzes in the day.
So soft her smile as she begins her spree,
My heart applauds the dazzling white ballet.

Through autumn's haze, her words I faintly hear,
She pleads with me, her cold arms not to fear.