a path through deep winter
emanates lonely peace
with withering trees reaching for the frozen sun
and thick frost burning at the touch
no warmth is seen
yet the cold beauty is unmistakable
I breathe in the chilling air
the scent of summer gone away
replaced by a coat of ice
the transition was slight
and only noticeable once
the frigid breeze set in
but like always
the ice will melt
and the days will grow pleasant
YOU ARE READING
Anxious
PoetryMy voice is broken from my internal screams clogging up my throat [poetry]
