Chilled Earth

With the creaking of dead wood,the forest speaks harsh toneswhile wild winds BLOW;making whistling, whistling,whistling screechy whispers;shifting shadows in the trees.Then it slowly stalks its prey… Crunch, crunch, crunchgoes each solitary steady step,into drifts of freshly fallenflakes all unique, yet moundand towered high stately pileswhich obscure, ruin my viewdrifts of snow in frozen earth.Its growlContinue reading “Chilled Earth”

Silent Night

The nightingale’s last cry; a still born child at twilight. A bundle of feather scattered, tattered on parched ground. Silent is the bleakest night, till in prayer I cry out… “Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry; do not be silent at my tears; for I am a stranger with You,Continue reading “Silent Night”