Gray Winter Country

Deep in the quiet gray winter country A tall towering man sharpens a thin Long knife against a sharp glistening stone Shadows stalk a scared woman as she runs Breathless through pine trees her eyes open wide A crow caws as it flies off a trembling branch The winter wind wails The sun slowly sinks A violent voice calls The damp darkness deepens The woman’s lungs gasp As silver steel slices The frigid morning sun sears Leaves crackle on the ground The icy air screams silence