To the Brim

Where've you been, winter?
Here or there?
Have you been hiding?
Slyly smirking and smiling?

Where've you been for so long?
Summer packed quite a powerful punch.
Summer's extended foray into your time
made us scared you were gone.

We're stuck with Winter-lite
for the next few weeks.
Not a great sight.
It's pretty weak.

There is a certain solace
in a sorry state.
Small but surely significant.

Tiny in scope
but nothing to scoff at.

A sight that repeats
but is always sincere.

Leaves
will leave
their trees.
Transforming,
leading new colors of old
to conquer where green took control.
The new ushering out the old.

Slowly
marching
into a white emptiness
filled to the brim
with dormant life
and misused death.
A chance for things to be ripe again.