The clouds are waiting to grow fat with winter
Hollow lines, wispy and starving
Blurred gray pieces of mountains and sky form lines like layers of the earth
I to am waiting
Hidden bellow leaves and blankets
The skeletal trees have shed into decaying brown piles
Mud grows like scales across the face of the planet
The world gets warmer
And things can still blossom
But winter is stillborn
And rain falls on the trees open arms