As pixels of dust soften touch;
The whisper of winter seeps through.
The wind hardens silhouettes
Reflected from summer's shadows.
The naked branches scream.
Scratch windows; shattering sleep.
Begging for birds company
To ease solitary twigs.
Blizzards creep narrow.
Making sounds of situations
That deafens the winds silence
And weakens the moon's marrow.
The season of night's revenge
Pushes through fall's accident.
Freezing death's sad imagery
Into spring's sweet nativity.