Yellow leaves surrender

 to the cold.   Swept away.

Courted by the wind.

Frigid water roars

Over cobbled stones and falls

Foaming, snarling, down.

Snow wrapped mountain,

waiting on Spring's brilliant light

to breath again.

Winged imprints in

snow.  An instant caught yet

lost forever, come Spring.

Gray clouds enshroud,

a solitary cedar.

Bowed by the cold and rain.

What do you think?