winter wings

Winter slowly birthed
As autumn dies and lies
In beautiful repose
Withered, crunchy on the ground
Guardian crows as heralds
Calling forth December skies
Tiny up against the great
Expanse I defy the regal wind
On wings of paper
Hysterical like gnats in sunshine
I am fatal, fateful, faithful Icarus
Falling into the mess below,
Wreckage draped in snow.