Ancient Winter

Written by: James Marshall Goff

A Pileated Woodpecker skewers through
The golden mirage of fall trees

Leaves dropping from frosted beginnings
Rush my glance towards his perch

Loud knocking races my blood
Fumbling with my camera
Never captured

History on parchment proclaims freedom
Offering hope to all who taste the
Coming winter

To all who taste
        
      The 
               Coming 
                    
                        Winter