Running from Winter

I want, so badly,
to run away from the winter
that is blowing in
on the now nearly leafless trees.
I wish I were faster than the light
that is shortening every day.
There is something so beautiful about fall,
and yet,
it is still a fall.

Perhaps this year it will not be so cold.
Perhaps this year it will not be so long.
Perhaps this year we will not freeze.