Snow wraps around branches and hugs the landscape, the snow clouds move on and then the sky clears to reveal a night sky filled with stars and woodland creatures. When you wake the following morning, the sunrise is just as breath taking.
Winter’s Shroud
Crystalline night,
breathtaking sight,
frames a billion years.
Casts a spell,
no words can tell,
that brings me close to tears.
An eerie call,
that hunts the small,
nocturnal woodland creatures.
Diverts my eye,
yet how I try,
I cannot see its features.
The night grows long,
With wintry song,
holding back the dawn.
Breeds character,
in those who stir,
to see the day, new born.
Early light,
breaks free from night,
sets the sky ablaze.
Paints tree trunks black,
and ‘tween each crack,
a pastel palette craze.
My breath released,
the air will feast,
and turn it to a cloud.
Each icy haze,
reflects the days,
wrapped in winter’s shroud.