Flurries bite as the raven drools
it sits on frosted boughs and trills.
Amid the numb of winter’s limbs
its call, the threadbare air, refills.
My eyes mirror the lone hill’s song
while breaths cry out to agonize.
Deep within a moonless backdrop
phases of blue cause dullness to rise.
Prickly snow defrocks my gladness
Embedding stains on bleak frontier.
Oh torch of light, kindle the pyre
to awaken mood quite sullen here!
Winter Blues Contest of Juli-Michelle
by nette onclaud