WINTER MUSING

Written by: daver austin

WINTER MUSING

at first just the few
they swirl – separate each one
flakes of driven snow

melt before they touch
as though the ground is still warm
as though in combat

high barren branches look down
on fallen offspring turned brown
the yield reluctant

stark that twiggy waste
a world of gray sky exposed
poor earth like a tomb

i can’t but wonder
exactly where it began
winter’s sickly frown?