The Silent Season

Lay apon the cold dark night Broken branches and scattered stones Feel the winter creeping into your bones Wrapped in decayed leaves Scented pine billowing And retrieved Over my shoulder I see the signs For the weary take flight For it shall soon be night And when the new day has began The black bird will scream Piercing like a beam In hasten the clouds did bring The wind Whirling at your side like a weapon Arching all in its wake Take cover now and feel no more pain For when this is done you'll feel the rain Washing away Wearing away For all to see, the damage that has fallen onto to thee Wake from under this season The onset of sunlight and reason Bare branches on your window Tapping ever so lightly As I lay there still