The sky is in encased in a grey steel vault
The wind roars and the pine trees bend to the breaking point
The ground is rigid, frozen in time
The piles of snow decline and grow in a ceaseless dance of futility.
The air is cutting, frozen vapors hang in an icy claw.
The water is still, molecules silenced under the unrelenting ice.
The songbirds are silenced, the flower long gone.
Holy freakin shit this winter is long.
1 comment:
Not to bad, not bad.
Post a Comment