A December song
Howls in forest
Dancing through
The winter Tress
Skipping to the beats
To only stop at a window
Peaking through the cracks
At a old man who sits with a lopsided
Hat Dull heavy eyes they bear the weight of
The world-
They don't show any sign of glimmer
While he sways on a rocky chair
Back and forth it goes,
He sits with a stuffy nose just
Gazing at the winter snow.
-ashes poetry
