Swansong February
Woodlands of nocturnal; abode for slumbers dwell. Veiled airs, crisp with ice, taint frozen with their smell. Oppression of stark trees, in hardship, they persist. Robbed of blossoms dignity, but surrender, they’ll resist. Prolonged, the war of skies, by threat of sombre shades. Beneath clouds hailing stone, does fall the glacier’s blade. […]