Winter white
Winter is here
again
bringing us
white rain
white mantles
white deserts.
The forest
ironically
bares its trunks
open to the wind
exposed to the froze
when one would suppose
that they should cover
themselves
with the most abundant
layers of leaves.
No.
They loose all
bare all
to receive the full frontal
attack
of the elements.
Strange nature.
Maybe its the forest’s way
of cleaning itself
purifying through suffering
renewing its soul
frost bitten
by white expoliation.
The forest dwellers
have long gone
migration of the unevolved
or gone underground
where the soil
is cover
is shelter.
Thus the forest abandoned
only to the wolf
to the kingdom of carnage
a desperate land
yearning for the warmth
that only fresh blood
could do
a replacement
to what the absent Sun
could have provided….
Image: Prisoners movie.