A dry twig’s soft crackle on a windless day – a sigh in the cool silence.
Heavy rain pours down cold season’s melancholy. Eyelids over-weigh.
In the lazy noon on the January sky pink roses in bloom.
In the ashen skies iron clouds consume the shine of the winter sun.
Leafless trees stand tall While the blizzard rages on. They bend but won’t fall.