In winter's chill, November's grasp,
Sunset's warmth fades, leaving only past,
Orange hues dance in the clear blue sky,
As I don a hoodie, numb hands ask why.

With longing eyes, I search the cold,
Desperate for love, my heart doth unfold,
Parted lips, disheveled hair, a sight,
Beauty pale, surpassed by winter's bite.

Time...