Winter In the Park

The frosted breath of winter bears the smell of snow It scatters life’s discard across the withered grass Darkness devours the light from a fading sun’s glow Frozen despair drops from black skies like jagged glass Night steals the warmth from the dying sun’s reflection Leafless trees hinder not the tormenting winds bite His coat collar pulled tight offers no protection Against the violent stab of one more frozen night The cold crawls into his brain and numbs his senses But in the quietness no one can hear his plea As the soft white blanket softens his defenses, He embraces the blessings of death…He is free 11/21/2016