her branches are brittle
her hearts in decay
little by little
she withers away
warmth seeped and empty
nothing left but to sleep
chill has no sympathy
for melancholy
she creaks and she moans
as the darkness takes over
frozen like a stone
a victim of overexposure
the frost settles deep
taking charge of her senses
as the wind cruelly sweeps
breaking down her defenses
helplessly she remains
standing strong, as an oak
never cries or complains
another day in the grove
enduring the seasons
a fire burning inside
glowing like a prism
using what nature provides
there's a chill in the air
as winter stakes her claim
caught for now in her snare
till seasons change once again
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Great poem on the season of Winter, but Mariann is right it could be a story. Really like the image chosen.
This would be so cool , too turn into a story