When snow falls before the leaves

Before the gold and rust have touched the ground

And grass is still green and apparent

When snow falls before the leaves

And winter shows before autumns completion

Souls invigorated by a colorful demise

I believe in magic because I have seen it

And swear it is no product of demons

Or lesser gods it can’t be

When all is one energy

Manifest by this blanket

Thrown on the canopy and not on the mattress