Look up at the sky on a cold fall night,
When you listen closely to the silence,
You can hear winter enter with a suit and tie,
Like a masked wolf in sheeps clothing,
Entering a bar with a dashing smile and stride.
The night also befriends the stars that cover
The sky with divine luminance,
Hope for all to reach for, like they’re not hot enough to melt our flesh,
Like the wind of June that breathes chills that walk up the spine,
But we don’t mind them, as long as they bring us something worthwhile.