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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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