On the threshold of winter...

A new step in nature: on the threshold of winter.
The Blizzard dances, all the tension holds.
The frozen trees, the river, the ice covered.
Frost, quiet walks, hugging sneak.

But the ice is more fragile, it is dangerous to pass.
But you're there waiting. Please snow: Not the goal.
Tread carefully. Just step up to the target...
Only now I understand: Alas, burned bridges.

What it does: to return? Or goals to achieve?
Someone yells.. looked Around... only the sound of silence.
Incredible zeal still makes you go...
But I see something... Afraid slush