Then Falls to Whispers

One thing that's the same:
I never want to go out;
I always love it.

Leaf skims across snow;
All the tree limbs are shaking;
The wind is dancing.

 Some water creature
Emits a purring croaking--
At ease with himself. 

Snow's gone from the road;
Streams are rushing down loudly;
The sky is pale gray.

Green ball in the field--
Children always present here;
(Even when they're not).

Wind in the forest
Raises its voice just a bit,
Then falls to whispers.

Winter has returned;
Cold sky is gray and pregnant;
Wind streaks through the woods.

High up on the rocks
A portal into the woods
Where I've never been.