Winter

rustling leaves, misty air, naked forests, all is bare angry clouds, above me swirl dark and threatening. my blood is frozen ,my heart feels cold, the day has become so worn and old. the setting sun disappears, like a sinking ship. taking with it warmth and light, making way for the approaching night. the owl hoots the news, that she now rules the night, mice and squirrels flee underground their lives and hearts in fright.