Grey Season

Morning begins
with a grizzled grey sky
bleeding rain onto the ground

This winter settles in
as we ready for this time

You look out your window
Wind shakes skeletal branches
Birds are nowhere to be seen

We do not migrate
Here we must remain

A Season of Unrealistic Expectations

wood turning to stone

silent petrification

eternal season

fingers of winter
a chill running through my neck
this land barren white

Season of dust

How strong is a stone
Water carves canyons in Earth
Accept the finite