constant calls

Grey world of your blind side
The cold has come and kissed;
Quickening the flow of autumn rain,
With leaps and bounds
To winters bitter frost

Turning the banks to fast decay;
The last flowers,
Polished fruits
Bright shiny pearls
Are guarded within a fist

Fed by a warmer heart
An urgent force, cries out again.
Gallant light chargers
Broken across the barrel,
Captured in flight

Screaming through the mists
Constant calls to change place;
Cut to the chase, all are leaving
Cut the air with savage blows and
Cries of wild delight