Winter Poem

This is a cold day overcast there is snow in the air dogs are curled up in barns too chilly to howl at strangers and unusual scents or noise, stillness hangs as a shabby grey carpet of cobwebs on a stage abandoned whispers of humanity are dust on floor boards shuttered windows, roads unused we shuffle indoor from room to room draped in blankets caught in the grip of winter the time when the old dies. Yet, there is hope on elevated sites that catches the sun the almond tree blossom the bride of spring tells us it will be alright we must hold on a few weeks more and not succumb and crumble as a leaf on the tree of life