Late On Wednesday In the Winter

I carry a burden on my back into the game room I leave to lay my head down for a brief rest – and see out of my window a blanket of white reflecting dully into the dark night a mantle of a thousand icicle stars a silent, yawning ocean for the sleeping ashen trees Woods, will you remember me When I’m long gone? Will you mark my name in your solid oak memory? Whisper of me in rustles that never cease. Murmur, let me rest easy. Do not howl of a wolf in the doleful darkness.