Winter's Bite

There is no leaf ready for the cold

For winter comes around only once for each new growth

Water and air, then crystal

As a tree's yearning for sun is draped with a stinging chill

The curling frost, a merciless mercy

As the forest wears God's breath like a cloud

Nothing so pristine anywhere

A single touch would betray your presence

The woods somehow quieter

The same bite finds your breath

And the frosted exhale reminds you

That the same winter is claiming you too