Winter

tangled torrents of twisted branches

c r e a k

as the wintered winds

hurl themselves

into the abyss

of the night sky

cascading moonlight caresses the tops of the scene

it bathes in blackness

and a gentle glow

from the corner of your eye

you see a blur

while the evening whispers faintly

tickling your ears

the ghost of the glorious green flora

engulfs your being

haunts your bones

as you become immersed in

the essence of

d e a t h

but in you lies also the hope of rebirth

renewal

regrowth

reemergence

the menacing mutterings of the frigid dark

t r a n s f o r m

into a promise of sunshine