Winter is passing

All the trees without their leaves Tap each other in the cool breeze It's an ominous sound When bones clack twigs fall to the ground So soon there'll be blossom Lilac blue mountains Cast against the sky The sun is leaving beyond the rise Wind is biting on my skin Pale fields of grass Waiting for the sun And the spring What it can bring Winter is passing I wonder what's to come? And when I return again How will you be?